I had known Megan for years. She was exactly two months and two days older than me. I knew this well as I had it pounded into my head when we were much younger, and we had any kind of disagreement. She would let me know that she was older, therefore smarter, by two months and two days.
I'm not sure exactly when we became friends, i guess we always knew each other, and we just started hanging out.
As we got older, and girls became interesting to me, and boys to her, it was like we weren't that to each other, I was Steve, and there were boys. She was Megan, and there were girls.
It was really helpful, having an inside track, we'd tell each other who was interested, and who wasn't. Who was a dick, or who was a bitch. We both got through high school with very good relationships. No shitty breakups or vengeful exes.
We went to different colleges, but kept in touch, and got to see each other at school breaks.
It didn't bother me at all when she told me she had met someone special. He went to her college, and they had been tip toeing around dating for a little while. Once they did start, she realized he was a guy worth hanging onto. I met him a couple of times that she brought him home over a couple of holidays.
Chris was an alright guy, he liked doing a lot of the same things Megan did, so that was a big plus, and he seemed to put her first.
She called me up one evening just after Christmas break ended, and told me he had asked her to marry him. I asked her what she had said. She replied, "I had to ask you what you thought."
I told her that he was a great guy from what I had seen in the little bit I had been around him, and he had to be for her to hold him so dearly. She asked if she should say yes, and I told her if she loves him, and knows he loves her, then she should.
She said that they had talked about a Summer wedding, and she'd keep me in the loop. We talked at least once a week for the next few months, but didn't get to see each other because she'd usually go home with him instead of coming home. That kind of bummed me out, but what did I expect, she was about to Marry him. I was worried that this would be the new norm, but I was happy because she was happy.
As the semester ended, and we both graduated, (a week apart, so we were able to attend each others ceremony) I realized we were now only weeks from her wedding, and that this could be the last time I got to just hang out and let loose with my best friend.
Chris wanted to be with his friends for one last hoorah, so Megan and I celebrated alone. We had dinner and a few drinks, then went dancing. She and I had danced a few times together at High School dances, but that was it.
This was a bit different, and she danced differently now. It started of slowly, it was a country bar, so the dj was playing some slower dance songs, and we were doing a basic two step. As the night went on however, the dj would mix in some dance dance music.
When this happened, I just did the white mans overbite, and shuffled around a bit. Not Megan, she had learned some moves over the years. There was a few times that I "reacted" if you take my meaning. Like when she dropped in front of me, face at my crotch, stuck her ass out and stood back up sliding her chest up mine, and ending with her mouth inches from mine, seemingly begging for a kiss.
But this was Megan. My best friend. She was getting married in just a few weeks. It must be the alcohol, or just the way of dancing. I couldn't respond. I didn't respond.
We left after a few hours and a few drinks and got back to her apartment. I crashed on the couch, wiped out from a wonderful evening. She went to her bathroom, turned on the shower, then went back into her bedroom. A couple of minutes later she walked back to the bathroom nude. I only saw her for a second, but what I saw gave me another reaction. I was flabbergasted, did she mean for me to see? Or was it just how she always went about her business, and she forgot I was there, or didn't care that I was there? Or just assumed I was asleep?
I wasn't about to go back to sleep now, at the very least I was going to have to relieve myself after she went back to bed. After what seemed like an hour, I heard the water stop. I heard things being picked up, being put back down, the sink being turned on, and an electric toothbrush being used.
Finally after another at least an hour, (5 minutes) the door opened, the light turned off and out she came out. Nude. This time I could see she was shaved. But instead of going to the bedroom, she went to the kitchen and got a glass of water. I had my eyes next to closed, I could see her drink her water put the glass in the sink, then walk back to her bedroom and close the door.
She must have thought I waa asleep, or maybe she didn't care that I see her. Either way had an erection that needed attention. I unbuttoned the button of my pants unzipped the fly and grabbed my cock and started stroking, I came pretty quick, catching most of it in my hand, I went to the bathroom to wash up, and as I passed Megan's door thought I heard a moan.
I washed my hands, and gave my cock a good cleaning as well. then went back to the couch for the night.
The next morning we got up, I showered and we met Chris at IHOP for breakfast. I left for home from there and spent the drive wondering what had happened, and what could have happened. By the time I got home I had convinced myself that it was all very innocent, the alcohol must have lowered inhibitions, and I'm Steve, I'm not a guy.
The remaining weeks till Megan's wedding slipped by uneventfully, we spoke a few times, but nothing about her graduation night ever came up. So that reaffirmed what I had thought.
