Katie was my best friend throughout high school and into college. A few years younger than I, sex had never really came up; she was more of a younger sister to me. We did a lot of things together. Now and again, the idea of being more than friends could be sensed between us, but we had never explored that avenue. One night however, that all changed. The night of her twenty-first birthday, she was given a few too many drinks. This gave her a slightly radiating glow of inebriation, which, although she reeked of alcohol, complemented her beautiful nature. Perhaps it was the two beers that I drank, but, during the party, her laugh resonated like music to my ears. I could see clearly now how attractive that my best friend truly was. She was short, with dark green eyes, lovely C-cup breasts, and very tight jeans. Her dark black hair, which she had pulled up in a ponytail, accentuated her beauty. This is the account of our long drive home along a dark country road:
"Did you have fun at the party," I asked.
"Yeah, I had a great time, I think I had a few too many drinks, though. Can you tell that I'm a little buzzed?" Katie smiled.
"I had no clue..." I laughed.
"That was the first time I had tried vodka, it tasted horrible."
"Even with the cranberry juice in it?" I implored.
"God, yes."
"Yeah, vodka will mess you up fast if you're not careful. After my party-hard days were over, I couldn't mess with anything that even tasted like alcohol for a long time."
"I'm feeling really good," she said as she placed her hand on the gearshift knob. "When are you going to teach me how to drive a stick shift?"
"Surely, not tonight."
"Gee, why not?" She innocently smirked, knowing she was in no condition to drive.
"Maybe I'll teach you some other time," I smiled back with a wink.
She stayed silent for a long while as the car passed along the back-roads on our way to her house. The silence was periodically interrupted by bumps in the road. Finally she spoke up.
"Scott, why have you never tried to make a move on me?"
Taken aback by being put on the spot, I answered, "I don't know, Katie. I guess I've always thought of you as my little sister."
"So you've never thought about it?" she asked.
"Honestly," I looked away from the road to face her momentarily, "of course it's crossed my mind, but I've never really wanted to stress our friendship by bringing it up."
Looking back at the road, I grew nervous as I waited for her to break the silence with a reply.
"I don't think it would've bothered me if you did," she said.
"I guess I just never saw a sign that you were interested in me that way," I calmly stated.
The drinks began to overcome her senses, and she gingerly moved her hand across the center console to my crotch and asked me very matter-of-factly, "If you can't teach me to drive your car tonight, why don't you teach me how to use this?" She began rubbing my member through the material of my pants.
"You like this?" She smiled at me.
"Y-Yeah," I was still very surprised.