The air was very cool for a late spring night; Val shivered and chided herself for wearing the tight black mini-skirt without even the benefit of pantyhose. She pulled at the long sleeves of her ivory button-down blouse, wishing for a sweater and some socks on her feet instead of just the casual canvas slip-on shoes. But this was only the third time she'd gone out since her depressing break-up, and even though her date was her best friend in the whole world, she had still wanted to look nice.
"Do you want to walk out on the pier?" Jordan asked her, brushing a lock of his sun golden hair out of his blue-grey eyes. When Val nodded, he gently took her arm, being chivalrous.
But when his hand touched her, she felt his warmth through her blouse and goosebumps rose all over her body. This had been happening between them all night long; anytime one touched the other, sparks seemed to ignite, causing them both to blush and glance away. While this wasn't entirely a first-time occurrence--Val suspected that the two friends had been mildly attracted to one another for many years--it seemed to be the first time that they both seemed to recognize it for what it was…and perhaps for the first time not fight it. So, she welcomed his touch and moved closer, brushing her side against his long black trench coat. All around her, her long auburn hair flew in the wind. Val pulled away long enough to take the hair tie from around her wrist--a strange habit from college--and tied her hair back in an impromptu ponytail. She knew it couldn't look too good since she didn't have a brush with her, but at least it wouldn't tangle too badly.
They made their way to the lengthy wood and concrete pier in silence; they'd been friends so long that they didn't have to fill every moment with conversation. And in truth, they already knew everything about each other. Well, almost everything. Val had never told Jordan that she masturbated while thinking about him…his gentleness and his attractiveness…and likewise for Jordan. They knew each other's every fantasy well, save those they secretly had about each other. The time had never seemed right to discuss those. Most of the time, one or both had a boy or girlfriend and when they were single, they just didn't seem to get to that part of their lives in any of their conversations.
Light shone down and guided their passage across the initial stretch of pier, which led out to the above-water platform where a few people night-fished. Jordan briefly wondered how successful they were at their catches. Finally they neared the end of the pier, and suddenly, Val stepped in front of her best friend and playfully stopped so that he'd bump into her. Briefly, his pelvic area brushed her ass--which was her intention--and she giggled.
"Oh! So you want to play that way, huh?" Jordan asked, a mischievous tone to his musical voice. He reached out and grasped Val's waist, tickling her with his long fingers. Once again, she laughed--somewhat girlishly--and grabbed his hands into her own. But instead of letting go or moving away from him, she actually pulled him up closer behind her. This wasn't an unusual embrace for them, so Jordan easily wrapped his arms around her midsection and allowed her to hold onto him as they moved to one end of the pier. But the light above them was out, casting nothing but a secluded darkness over them and setting them apart from the fishers on the pier with them. And in this dim lighting, this embrace took on a whole new feeling for him. He could feel her warmth through her clothes and his, and he suddenly felt his crotch tighten and strain in his black cotton pants. Once again, they were silent, gazing out at the active water. When Val leaned back against him, Jordan rested his chin on her shoulder; he could smell her. Beneath her perfume, he could sense her true musk. The natural her. It was intoxicating, and he found himself longing to be closer to it. At the very source. But he also thought that it would probably never happen.