This is a fictional story, but is based on a couple of my experiences.
We'd been friends for over a decade, and while flirtation & affection had always marked our connection? We'd fallen short of acting on those desires.
...until one evening when the timing seemed perfect, and our relationship evolved overnight.
Slow build-up & pacing, but a romantic piece where a close friendship between 2 twenty-somethings shifted into an overdue manifestation of mutual lusts.
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Janice and I had developed something of a routine, spending most Sundays together. Afternoon through evening we'd indulge in video games, smoking weed, and running streaming binges. Admittedly, far from an adventurous escape from daily life, but it was a chance to embrace companionship, friendship, & comfort. And while she was very much a true extrovert... Well, working her ass off all week drained much of the natural energy she normally exuded.
Janice... Well, there was something in her countenance that was inherently warm and welcoming. She knew how to put others at ease. Her personality was as engaging as her wit was disarming, but far more than that? She carried herself with confidence and there was a natural, grounded charisma in her speech. Her ability to easily connect with nearly anyone counter-balanced so much of my inherent introversion.
And as easy as it was to let my eyes linger on her form every time she'd venture
to her kitchen for a drink, or briefly to her bedroom? It felt natural, and
mostly
innocent.
Admittedly, though... My eyes often lingered too long in places they perhaps shouldn't. Her lovely legs, and the fit-yet-yielding flesh of her thighs. The tempting curve of her ass. The fullness of her breasts.
Looking, theoretically discreetly, just seemed a natural indulgence. Not so much as a precursor to action, but rather as a matter of wishing her body could be within my reach. She was just a year younger than me at twenty-six, but had the body of a woman in her early twenties (if that). To that end, I imagine few men (or women) would miss the chance to admire Janice's curves.
Janice is Asian, more specifically a very fair-skinned Chinese-American. And her eyes -- a dark, captivating shade of brown -- held a gaze that was inherently piercing & appraising. Her glasses (black metal frames with thin, rounded-rectangular lenses) only served to highlight how flattering of a feature her eyes were. Indeed... Something in her eyes, more than even her speech, conveyed a sense of seeing a destination on the horizon -- carrying that spirit of a leader. Perhaps that was what made her so successful, if overworked. Something in those eyes, though... You couldn't help but want those eyes to fall to you and see a fraction of the purpose & meaning that drove her.
She had a pair of beauty marks -- one over the left corner of her lips, and the other near the base of her left eyebrow. Between the two it carried one's gaze to her eyes (dark & appraising) or her lips (which were so often graced with a playful, gently-teasing smirk). Her lips were only lightly tinted, most often with a peachy-pink shade lipstick.
Her smirk was...in a word? Intoxicating. I wanted it to speak to something more between us, but we'd never stepped past flirtation and into action.
Her dark hair was moderately long (several inches past her shoulders, barely reaching to her breasts). Her black hair was interspersed with rare lighter highlights, easily flattering a sunny or dusky demeanor. There were rare-yet-recurring moments in which I imagined the innocent indulgence of burying my face in her hair. Or the fleeting fantasy of my fingers running through her hair while my lips nuzzled & kissed the tender flesh of her neck.
At 5'3" she was a relatively average height, but...nothing about her energy, engagement, effort, or empathy was remotely average. Her height pleasantly resulted in our every embrace leaving her head placed against my upper chest & shoulders. And, in those joyous moments I
suspect
she often heard my heart flutter.
Her legs felt long for her height, but given how much her thighs entrance me? You'd have to consider me a biased observer. Indeed, only the inviting curve of her ass entices me more. To me... Her buttocks were easily her most lust-inspiring feature. Too many times I'd let my eyes follow the movements of her bum as she walked away, only to find Janice's teasing, ever-aware smirk greeting me as she caught my attention so explicitly focused on her.
As for her breasts? I felt she'd been blessed in that regard -- full C-cups that perfectly fit her height/frame. And she knew it -- enjoying how often her lovely tits drew lingering, longing eyes with ease.
She also had a slight birthmark, just above her breasts... Something I found uniquely charming, but I felt she often worked to minimize.
As for me? Well... I feel like I'm significantly less interesting or enticing, but:
I stand at 5'10" tall and have short, light brown hair. My eyes are mostly blue with modest tones of grey mixed in, and are often obscured behind a pair of glasses. I definitely carry a few extra pounds for my height, but manage to maintain a tolerable build despite that.
As I was saying, though: our routine over Sunday evenings had become fairly simplistic...
We'd start by getting a moderate, mutual high going over a couple joints. From there, things most often went one of two ways: either we'd game into the late hours of the evening (Janice's inner gamer-girl taking the reins) or we'd stream something on Netflix, Hulu, or Prime until it felt too late to continue.
On the evening in question, though? Janice had been voicing frustrations about a growing, chronic pain in her left shoulder. And with the comfort & courage of my fourth joint of the evening, I offered my services as a would-be masseuse. While a part of me simply longed for the excuse to casually-yet-intimately explore her body? A larger part of me was sincere in my would-be devotion to her relaxation, comfort, and pleasures.
She was wearing a black tank top, the ribbed cotton of which was delightfully thin and clung to her body. She was also wearing a pair of form-fitting jeans that flawlessly accentuated every inch of her legs.
We'd been sitting on the sofa in her living room debating our plans for the night, but now she was positioned with her back to me -- waiting expectantly. As I adjusted my position on the sofa, moving closer to her? Our bodies barely touched, and...the heat of our bodies in contact was enthralling. From my position I could just make out the bra she was wearing: its pastel pink cups had floral black lace embroidery & matching straps. The scent of her shampoo lingered in the air as her hair brushed against me, gently, with her every minor movement.
