The other day I was at home watching a basketball game when my phone rang. I answered the phone and it was my friend Stacy. She said that she was feeling very down and needed to talk to someone. I invited her over to my apartment, but she said that she would rather go out, and she asked if I could pick her up. I told her it would not be a problem, and that I would pick her up in about 20 minutes.
Stacy is a 5' 7" gorgeous babe. She her size 6 body has great curves with long blonde hair, blue eyes and C cups. At times, I have entertained notions of seeking a romantic interest in her, but I have never though of myself as "her type of guy". Stacy normally dates guys that are more typical than I to stand out in a crowd am. I am more reserved, and quieter than the guys that have occupied her dating history.
Stacy have been close friends for about 3 years now, ever since we worked for the same company. I have since left that company but we have stayed in touch. I freshened myself up and threw on a sweater and jeans sprayed on some cologne and headed to go pick up Stacy.
Stacy was already sitting on the front steps of her building in jeans and a denim jacket when I pulled up. She gingerly sauntered down the steps toward my car. As she got closer, I noticed that the jeans fit her exceptionally well, and she was wearing a cute and relatively skimpy floral halter-top underneath the denim jacket. She looked exceptionally hot for a girl that reportedly was feeling very upset.
She immediately gave me a hug the moment she sat down in my car. She thanked me for coming over to see her, as the sweet and sexy aroma of her perfume permeated the air of my car. Her eyes and lips were dressed up to be as sexy and engaging as I could have ever imagined her looking. I told her that she looked and smelled great, and that I was happy to be there for her. She told me that she dressed herself up because it was all that she could do to help her feel good about herself. I took her hand and suggested that we talk about over coffee, as I drove toward our favorite café where we have had other such talks. She nodded in approval of my idea and held my hand firmly.
She began telling me about the guy that she broke up with 2 weeks ago. He did not make her feel loved or special, in any intimate fashion. She was beginning to doubt herself and what kind of person she was, and whether or not she would ever find anyone that would make her feel as desirable and loved as she thought she deserved to feel. I told her that there was no doubt in my mind that she would find that person much sooner that she was presently thinking that she would.
We pulled up to the café, and Stacy mentioned that she would rather just take something to go and head somewhere where there were not so many people. Stacy held my arm tightly as we walked in together and ordered our drinks. The smell of her perfume was tantalizing, and I could not help but once again entertain those romantic notions that I had previously had of her. I was thinking to myself that I have, and I would continue to treat her just as she wanted to be treated, I have always cared deeply for her, and I wanted her very badly when we first met.
We left the café and drove down to the pier. We talked about love and relationships on the way there. She said that her drink was making her feel warm and she slid off the denim jacket. The skimpy halter-top magnificently shaped the curves of her breasts. I did my best to make sure that I did not drool from my mouth, but I was certainly drooling from my eyes.
