Note: All characters are 18 or older. This story is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidence.
I had always had a thing for my girlfriend's best friend. I know, clichΓ©, right? But here's the thing: when we all first met, I was initially attracted to Kira, not Jess. Kira was this cute little blonde, maybe 5'3" and a petite build. Jess was taller, maybe 5'7", and a curvier brunette. We met in high school, and Jess just didn't stand out to me as much on that first impression. Kira ended up dating one of my buddies, and so Jess and I saw a lot of each other as the 3
rd
and 4
th
wheels at first. One thing lead to another and we started dating - and actually made a better couple, staying together after Kira and my friend broke up.
Jess and I had a bit of that long distance, "try to keep your high school sweet heart" thing going on through our first couple of years at college. On one of our rare opportunities to meet up, she came to my city one weekend. I met her down at the Greyhound station, then we took the subway and a city bus to get to my apartment. Obviously we were pretty excited to see each other, and this was the first time we'd had the chance to spend the night in the same bed. Although we'd had sex before, the fact that we didn't have to sneak around made it feel different somehow - more serious, maybe. Either way, between the months apart and the new surroundings and everything, I was almost as jittery as our first few dates, and as we rode the subway together I got the feeling she was a little nervous too.
Once we got to my place, I carried her bag in and gave her the grand tour of my one-bedroom apartment: "here's the kitchen, here's the bathroom, hey, check out the view" you know the drill.
"This is a really nice place, James" Jess said, turning away from the balcony door. For the first time since she got off the bus, I really took her in: her hair was shorter than I remembered, not quite to her shoulders. She'd dyed it a rich, dark red that made her skin look a little paler, and made her hazel eyes look extra green. She was wearing the same old denim jacket (I'd always liked how it looked on her) over a plain white tank top. I couldn't tell if it was a different kind of bra or just that I hadn't seen her in a while, but her breasts seemed to stand out a little more than I remembered - she might have gone from a B to a C cup or something too. She had on a faded pair of jeans with a couple of "fashion" holes in them, and when she'd faced the other way I saw how great her bum looked in those pants. She was beautiful. It was all I could do not to pounce on her right then.
"Yeah, I'm glad I'm not stuck in residence or anything, you know me, I like to have my own space;" I kinda trailed off there and looked away - God, I was
more
awkward than our first date, what was wrong with me? "I've missed you though, it feels like it's been a year, not just a couple months." I took a step towards her.