Greg watched as Clare tried to get her key into the lock. The two of them were returning to her apartment after going out for drinks. Greg has been off and on friends with her since middle school. He's never seen her drink until tonight, when she knocked back five shots of tequila in rapid order. She's obviously a lightweight with how her key kept missing her lock. Her long dirty blonde hair was disheveled after walking in the wind outside. She kept sweeping it out of her face as she determinedly tried to get her key into her lock. Her C-cup breasts jiggled around a little in her dress, which showed a hint of cleavage. Finally she managed to insert her key and open the door.
The door burst open, allowing Greg and Clare to stumble into her apartment. They were both laughing at how she can't walk straight as they made their way down the hall to the kitchen and living room. Greg couldn't help checking out Clare's ass in her tight fitting black dress as she walked and felt his cock grow a little hard at the sight of her in his dark trousers. She dropped her purse on the coffee table and practically fell onto her couch. Greg sat beside her and she immediately rested her head on his shoulder.
She said, "Man, this was fun. Why don't we hang out more?"
"I dunno," he responded, "Maybe because you're too busy trying to save the world." Clare works at a non-profit in the city, helping the poor pay their energy bills.
"Yeah, that's it. I'm just too awesome for you," she teased as she rubbed his chest through his blue button down shirt with her hand.
Greg wasn't quite sure what to make of this but decided to see where it goes. He put his arm around her shoulders and she responded by laying one of her legs across his lap. "So, ummm, what do you want to do now?" he asked.
"Oh, I don't know," she breathed in his ear as her hand began to move down his chest and over his stomach, "What do men and women do on a Saturday night after going out on the town?"
What the hell is she doing and why isn't he stopping her, Greg wondered. Well, the answer to the second part is obvious. Clare is fucking hot right now. Normally, she is wearing a loose fitting T-shirt and jeans when he's with her. Plus she's normally super-shy and doesn't do anything remotely sexual like touching you sensually. Even though she's 30, Greg doubts she's ever had a man fuck her. She's so shy she'd never put out a signal that she's interested in a man.
They've been friends since 6th grade, though. So why would she try to seduce him now and not when he tried to hit on her in high school? Her hand got to his belt buckle and stopped. She must have felt him tense up. "You wanna fuck?" she breathed in his ear, "I'm so horny for you right now."
Her leg slid across his lap and she sat up so she was straddling him. She slowly began to grind her hips into him as she ran her fingers through his hair. She made a point to put her tits in front of his face. She gave him a long kiss and he could taste the alcohol on her breath. "Huh?" she asked, "I'm so wet for you. You wanna put your big, hard cock in me?" She nibbled on his earlobe before kissing him full on. "You wanna fuck me?" she whispered in his ear.
Greg froze like a deer caught in the headlights she nibbled on his earlobe and dry humped him. After a minute he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up so they could look at each other. He and Clare sat there for a moment looking at each other awkwardly before Clare sighed, muttered, "Fine," and got up. She walked across the room into the kitchen and began filling up her teapot, obviously angry that he didn't respond to her invitation to screw her.
"What the hell?" Greg thought, "She looks like she'd be good in the sack." He got up and followed her into the kitchen. Clare had finished filling the pot and put it on the stove. He caught her wrist as she reached to turn the stove on and pulled her into him. Clare gave out a quiet yelp of surprise before he began kissing her. His other hand grabbed her by the ass and firmly pulled her body into his.
Clare responded hungrily, kissing him back and beginning to unbutton his shirt. He quickly unzipped her dress. Once Clare had his shirt open she pulled it off him and began biting his chest, running her fingers through his hair. He grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and made her step back from him. Her dress immediately fell to the floor, leaving her standing in her black bra and panties.
He pulled her back into him, unhooking her bra as they kissed each other hungrily. After a moment, Clare pulled back and began to fumble with his belt buckle. A minute later his pants fell around his ankles. He stepped out of them, his hands massaging her C-cup breasts. Her nipples grew hard as icepicks in his hands. Clare tugged on his boxers and they fell to the ground as well. He stepped out of them, pushing her up against the kitchen counter.
Clare gripped the edge of it with one hand to steady herself as he took one of her tits in his hand and began licking the nipple. She looked up at the ceiling while her buried his face in her chest. His other hand worked its way down her side and between her legs. He could feel how wet she was through her panties. He began to rub her slowly as he sucked on her nipple. Clare let out a soft gasp and began to instinctively move her hips with his hand.
