Jenna opened her apartment door, surprised to see her best friend Mike standing there. He was living a few apartments down, with their friend Shane. His eyes raked up and down her body, causing her to shiver with suppressed lust for a moment. She had known him since they were children, and he was the object of all of her fantasies. At 5'8, with sandy blonde hair and expressive blue eyes, not to mention a nice build, Mike was in the dreams of most of the women he met.
"Mike? What are you doing here?" she asked, smiling and ushering him inside. Closing and locking the door, she walked to her kitchen.
"I thought we could just talk for a while, talk about all the good times we have had. I brought a treat!" he enthused, and produced from behind his back a bottle of champagne. It was still sweating, and it was obvious he had been chilling it before he came over.
"Alright, sounds like fun. Let me get some glasses." she agreed, turning to the cabinets and stretching her short frame to reach the fluted crystal on the top shelf. As she did, he was treated to a great view of her cute, tight, round ass in form-fitting yoga pants. He whistled appreciatively.
"What?"
"I was just admiring you. You're gorgeous"
"You think so? Thank you" she said, smiling, as she brought back the glasses and set them on the table. He opened the bottle, and poured each of them a generous glass.
"A toast," she said, raising her glass, "to friendship, and to happiness."
They toasted, and then sat, talking, mentioning past experiences together, and generally having a wonderful time. Soon, the bottle was empty, and both of them were feeling a little buzzed.
Mike stood up and held his childhood best friend, his large arms encircling her small frame easily. Then he leaned back, paused for a moment to gather the courage, and kissed her. She melted into the kiss, pulling him closer and cupping his face gently with her hands, deepening the kiss. Pinning her gently to the wall next to her door, he moved his mouth to her ear by placing gentle kisses along her jaw.
"I've been waiting to do this for years" he whispered, a slight shiver running through her at the words. In reply, she tugged his mouth back to hers, her hands exploring his torso tentatively. His tongue traced her lips slowly, asking for access, which she granted him. Their tongues began to wrestle for dominance, which she allowed him to have while she unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands up and down his chest once it was open. A groan from him prompted her to continue her exploration of him as his hands began to move up and down her sides. She felt her t-shirt lifting slightly.
"Wait, Mike" she panted, breaking the kiss. He groaned in disappointment, looking at her questioningly. "Are you sure you want this?" Looking away, she waited for his answer, or to wake up and realize that this was all a dream.
"Yes," he panted, a little out of breath. "I have wanted to do this since a day in 7th grade, when I realized that my feelings for you were more than just friendship."
"Mikey" she whispered, her voice cracking as she kissed him heatedly, her fingers tangling in his hair. He pressed closer to her, pressing her more into the wall and pulling off her t-shirt, whistling.
"Well, fuck. I've always known you were gorgeous, but wow!" Her cheeks flooded with color as she pulled his mouth back down to hers, entangling their tongues once more. He picked her up gently, carrying her into the bathroom.
"What are we doing in here Mikey?" she asked, her voice husky as she leaned in to nip at his neck.
"We. Are going to take a shower together.." he stated as he pulled the curtain aside and turned on the water to warm it up.
"We are?" She asked, biting her lip and tilting her head as she looked at him, her voice full of confusion.