As I stepped out of the shower, I heard a knock on the apartment door. I slipped on a pair of jeans and keep towel-drying my hair as I headed to the door. My roommate was away for the weekend, so I wasn’t worried about running into him as I walked through the living room half-naked. I draped the towel over my shoulders and looked through the peephole.
Outside, a tall, slender blonde was looking around impatiently. Her short hair framed her pale face, and her deep blue eyes were scanning the parking lot for signs of life. I opened the door. “You’re early,” I said.
She just rolled her eyes at me and walked in. Typical Sara. We’d been friends for three years, since she was a freshman, and she always had a way of brushing you off without offending you. As she walked by, I took a glance at her. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt, probably her boyfriend’s, over a pair of polyester warm-up pants. She’d just come from her dance rehearsal, and it looked like she’d simply changed from her leotard and come over. I noticed that her hair was slightly damp, probably from sweat. She passed me and I stole a glance at one of the most perfect asses I’d ever seen. She may be my best friend, I though, but I can steal a look every now and then.
She dropped her bag on the floor and I noticed that her breasts, braless, bounced a little under the shirt. In the light from the nearby kitchen, her nipples were barely visible under the material.
She looked at me. “I see we’ve chosen casual wear this evening,” she said, referring to my shirtlessness.
I snapped my towel at her, making her dance away, causing her breasts to sway slightly. “Like I said, you’re early. I just got out of the shower,” I said.
Sara kept staring at me, and I noticed her eyes roaming across my exposed chest. “I have to say, Rich, that things certainly look . . . different around here.”
She was right. Since the last time she’d seen me shirtless, I had changed dramatically. Although I’d always had muscle, the last of my baby fat had finally dissolved, leaving my muscles well defined. Sara and I had dated briefly when we first me, and during that time and the ensuing year, I’d never been anything spectacular. It had been six months since I’d even seen her, though, and that had been plenty of time for my physique to catch up with the mild (and most assuredly final) growth spurt I’d been having.
“You look nice. Hotness is a good look for you.”
I smiled a little at that and blushed. Even though we’d broken up over two years ago, her opinions still mattered more than anyone else’s did. She was, after all, a very attractive girl with a dancer’s legs and a model’s body. I wasn’t self-conscious around her, though. When you’ve looked down at a girl who’s holding her breasts and moaning “Harder,” it’s hard to be embarrassed about anything. That’s probably why we grew to be such friends after the relationship ended.
“You’re gonna sleep on the couch, okay?” I said with a smile.
She smiled, too. Anytime either of us sleeps over, we always start up on the couch but whine and complain until we’re allowed to share the bed. It’s nothing sexual, though; it was just a habit we’d gotten into, and it felt comforting to have a trusted someone sharing the bed. Sara was staying over tonight because her roommate, Lynne, was letting her out-of-town boyfriend stay over, and Sara thought it would be nice to let them have the apartment to themselves. She’d have gone to her boyfriend’s place, but he’d gone home for the weekend, so she stayed with me.
She bent over to pull some things from her bag, and again I was presented with a perfect opportunity to ogle her ass. Toned from dancing, it cut a curvaceous image even under her unflattering warm-ups. I felt a shiver of memory travel through my body and there was a stirring in my jeans.
“You care if I go ahead and shower now?” She asked as she stood up. Without wearing for an answer, she headed for the bathroom. As she walked, she pulled her shirt over her head. As she did, I saw the flawless pale skin of her back and a rounded curve of breast, then she disappeared into the bathroom. There was some major motion in my pants now, but I tried to ignore it and headed over to the couch to watch TV. I must’ve zoned out, because it seemed like only a moment had passed before Sara returned, hair damp and wearing a t-shirt saying “Princess” in blue letters with a matching pair of blue panties. She plopped down on the couch next to me, placing her legs across mine and sliding down so that her rear was pressing against my thigh. As she settled herself, I looked down and caught a brief glimpse of blonde hair peeking out of her leg band, then it was gone as she found a comfortable position. I had a full-fledged hard-on now, but she wasn’t in any position to see or feel it.
Just as I’d figured, she fell asleep shortly after the first commercial. I eased out from under her, stealing a look at the outline of her lips inside her panties, then I turned off the television and headed for my room, figuring she’d simply sleep through the night on the couch.
I shut my door and pulled off my jeans. I sleep naked, which is a little habit I picked up from Sara. I sat down at my computer and was promptly instant messaged by Kim, a girl in my English class with whom I’d been sharing an extended flirtation. As we chatted, my door opened and Sara stumbled in, bleary-eyed but approaching awareness.
“Who you talking’ to?” She looked over my shoulder. “Oooooh, a girl! Is it the one from your English class?” She sat down on my lap, obviously unaware of my nakedness, and forced my hands away from the keyboard.
