It was my birthday and I decided to just have my one good friend over. She was the kindest sweetest person anyone could ever hope to know. She was blonde and had the most beautiful smile, not to mention a nice looking chest. I have no idea what her cup size is but they are definitely worth the look, and the best part is that she understands that men will be men and she didn't mind when me or other men stares at her chest.
I had told her to be at my place around 7 for dinner. I was cooking even though it was my birthday and I probably didn't have to, but I'm a much better cook than she is and I wanted to stay cozy at home. She was late and I was starting to get worried that something happened to her. It was almost quarter to eight when I finally heard the doorbell ring. I quickly ran to the door and opened it.
When I opened the door I found one thing that I had expected and one thing that I didn't. It was my friend that was at the door, but what I hadn't expected was what she was wearing. Most of the time she wears a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The only time she would wear anything different was when she went to school dances. She was still in high school but I had graduated although I still lived locally. She was wearing a hiked up plaid pleated skirt and a tight black leather vest. I had never seen her in anything like it and was really surprised.
"Are you gonna let me in, or are you just going to gawk?" she said when I just sat there staring instead of letting her in.
"Oh, um, sorry, come in," I managed to spill out while trying to regain my composure.
"I guess I should have expected that," she said walking in, "I mean, I can imagine that it was quite a shock for you to see me wearing something like this." As she said that she did a twirl and I nearly did a heart attack. When she did her twirl, her already hiked up skirt went even higher up, and although I couldn't tell what material her underwear was made of, I knew that they were black. Just that made this day better than any left in my memory.
We continued into the dining room and I had her sit down while I served dinner. I served her my world famous spaghetti. We sat across from each other and I couldn't tear my eyes off of her. The way she sucked up the noodle that caused her chest to swell bigger and bigger. This whole situation was torture to me. I knew that she was just teasing me. I mean, she was engaged to a marine. Even if I could get her bedded, he would literally kill me as soon as he found out. And he would too, I can't keep my mouth shut about anything and the gossip would eventually get to him.
"So why are you wearing something so sexy?" I asked. As if I really cared, just happy that I have a stunning beauty sitting across from me and actually thinks of me as a friend.
"This is part of your birthday present," she said sucking up the final spaghetti noodle. I gave a sigh of sadness that there were no more noodles for her to suck up, and there was excitement because she said that her sexy outfit was only "part" of my present. I just couldn't wait to find out what the other part of my present was.