"You're such a good friend to me, Vic!" she said as we hugged.
Was there ever a more disappointing phrase to hear from someone you hoped you had a shot with? I dropped Carina off at her dorm's entrance after our night out. Did I deceive myself or did she hug me harder than on previous occasions? I felt her breasts crushing against my chest, causing a subtle stirring below. But all too soon she released me, turned around and went to her room. I had accompanied her to her formal House function in our final year of university. And for tonight it seems I would be accompanying myself to my own room and release some of the built up pressure in my jocks. Nothing new.
To be quite honest, I was a good friend to Carina. We had met in our first year of varsity as our Student Houses were paired. We were all confused freshmen during that time. The male Houses were responsible for building parade floats and the female Houses were responsible for decorating banners and such. It was during this period that we met and first started becoming friends. Carina is the typical girl-next-door. Her dark brown hair contrasted beautifully with her blue eyes. Did I mention I was a sucker for dark hair and blue eyes? And of course like all young men at that age are able, I quickly gauged her breasts as a full C-cup with a body to match. Not athletically slim but beautifully curvy where it matters. I, on the other hand, was built like a prop forward rugby player: stocky, broad shouldered and not conventionally handsome. At least I didn't think so. A typical Afrikaans farmer's boy.
During that time we were both involved in long-distance relationships from our respective home towns. Mine lasted slightly longer than hers and of course that led her to start playing the field as it were. And as the years went by, boyfriends and girlfriends came and gone... And my various subtle advances to Carina were politely deflected. So I resigned myself to the fact that our friendship would probably not blossom into anything more, even though a pang of jealousy would occasionally rise whenever I saw her with anyone else.
After we graduated, each of us decided to continue with our post-graduate degrees. This was partly due to the fact that I couldn't find a job in time and that she wasn't quite ready to bid the life of a student good bye. We eventually enrolled for the same course. This obviously meant that we were doing a lot of studying together. I was still living on campus but Carina moved to a flat off campus. At this point I felt comfortable with our friendship. I started to realize that there was more than one girl out there and actually started to catch a few campus girls flirting with me. I am usually totally oblivious of the fact when I am being flirted with. But it seems that being unconventionally handsome were quite a few girls' cup of tea. It was towards the end of the year that I started to notice a change in Carina's attitude towards me.
A group of us decided to go out drinking and dancing at a popular Joburg hangout. I was driving Carina's car as she declared roundly, "Tonight I'm getting blind drunk! These last few exams were hectic and I need to let my hair down."
I picked her up at her flat and so the night began. She was wearing a shorter skirt than she would normally wear. I didn't pay this too much thought. I did however sneak a few peaks of her smooth legs as the skirt hitched up while she was in the passenger seat. She may even have caught me creeping. But we just continued chatting about how relieved we were that the final exams were over.
A cheap version of Absinthe was recently introduced to the Joburg party scene. To the delight and subsequent regret of many revelers... Everyone was chasing the green fairy. We danced and drank late into the night and early morning. Carina frequently sidled up close to me. Her excuse seemed to be that the place was packed but I did notice that after each Absinthe, our bodies got closer and closer while the grinding got harder and harder. She seemed to enjoy feeling of my hardening knob as it poked into her hips. I noticed that Carina was wearing a thin red g-string that stuck out the top of her black skirt. Whether this was by accident or for my benefit I wasn't sure. As the night wore on, Carina received a lot of attention from other varsity guys. Since my place in the friend zone was secure, I didn't think too much of it. I just knew that she was getting hammered very quickly. Unfortunately for those guys it seemed that Carina was not taking the Absinthe too well towards the end of the night so I decided to collect her and taker her back home. Like any good friend would do.
On the way home Carina was in no condition to preserve her modesty. Her skirt had ridden so high up her thighs that I could see the red triangle the g string cut on her mound as she slouched in the passenger seat. In the dim light I thought I could make out that she at least had a bikini wax going on. The thin fabric pulling taught over her pussy had slightly shifted to reveal part of a smooth lip. Concentrating on the road was incredibly difficult, I can tell you.
When we arrived at her flat I was too tired to drive the extra distance to get to my dorm. Carina was lucid enough to give me permission to stay over. I helped her out and guided her to her door. We struggled to get the door unlocked but finally we were home safely. I made myself comfortable on the couch. She started undressing in the lounge by first pulling her buttoned blouse over her head, getting stuck for a moment.
"Close your eyes if you don't wanna see a strip show", Carina slurred. Her skirt followed her blouse as I sat wide-eyed.
"Could tonight be the night?" I wondered. But just as the skirt hit the floor, Carina made a beeline for the bathroom. I heard the green fairy making an encore appearance behind the closed door. I think it was safe to say that tonight would definitely NOT be the night.
"Carina? Are you okay? Can I get you anything?"
Silence.
I opened the door and got an eyeful of Carina's gorgeous ass that was split by the thin string of red fabric as she was hunched over the basin. She was not in a good way. I helped her get cleaned up and in her pj's and put her to bed. I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and two aspirins to sit next to her bed. When I set it down she opened her eyes slightly.
"Thanks Vic. You're such a good friend. What would I do without you?"
"Yeah sure, don't mention it. If you need anything just call me okay?" I curtly offered.
Carina then promptly passed out and I wasn't called for. Thanks for nothing you fucking green fairy....
Some weeks later the same group of friends got invited to a farm outside of Joburg by one of our other friends. The plan was to drink, barbeque and watch movies the whole weekend. We each were given a list of items to bring. Of course, alcoholic items made up the vast majority of the list. We were going to be miles away from any neighbors and we wouldn't need to drive anywhere. So we made sure we had enough of everything.
Carina and I were going in the same car to save fuel costs. We could fit our share in her little hatchback. Today she was wearing cute shorts that showed off her shapely legs and a tight t-shirt. The air-con was on full blast on this hot summer's day. The cold air caused her nipples to poke through her t-shirt in sharp points. I wondered what those nipples looked and tasted like... I needed to concentrate on the road again so we made some small talk. All the while trying to ignore what happened, or didn't happen, a couple of weeks before.
"So how's the job hunting going, Vic?"
"Its going slowly. I've went for a few interviews but nothing seems to be coming my way yet. But my cousin who immigrated to the USA sent me an email last week."
