I suppose this should have some background so that this story makes any sense, I’m 6’2” brown hair, brown eyes, with broad muscular shoulders. I’m in pretty good shape, not as good shape as I would like, but I’m constantly working on it. I’m kind of the shy person when comes to girls, I can be confident, its just that once I get to a certain point, I’m not quite sure if its okay for me to keep going, so generally in any relationship that I’m in, the girl is usually the first to start anything.
Anyway, my friends and I took out my friend John for his birthday, and of course since he had a girlfriend, she came along too. We had spent most of the night clubbing, and basically getting a little shitfaced, when my friend Dan had the brilliant idea of getting some NON-alcoholic drinks to try and sober us up.
And finally we found a grocery store after making various stops to get pizza and do other various businesses.
“Aw shit!” I said. “I tried to warn you…” said my best friend John, “sorry about that, well at least it matches the other tomato stain on the other side of your shirt.” As he leaned into the canned foods section grinning.
He smiled as he had said it, but I didn’t care, it was one of my favorite shirts and I had just made
another
stain on it, so I started to pout just
ever so slightly.
“Its ok, I’m just pissed cause I like this shirt so much!”
John’s girlfriend, Kelly, then said “Its ok, we’ll just get some club soda and get that stain right out. Come on.” She said as she grabbed my hand and led me away from the rest of my friends.
I guess I should describe Kelly somewhat. She’s average height, around 5’5” with brown hair, and one of the sweetest smiles I’ve ever seen. She has what I would guess as a B-cup size chest, and long slender legs. Her hips and ass are perfect as she keeps herself in great shape.
The next five minutes were spent looking for club soda. You’d be amazed at the different types of soda that are around, but somehow when you’re looking for club soda it’s always where you would never expect it. I guess the storeowners just don’t care about it enough. Either that or it’s a truly sick game of watch the customers stumble around a lot.
“Found it,” I heard Kelly say, “We’d better get that stain out quick, take off your shirt.”
Now I’m a shy kind of guy, but I’m also horny as hell when it comes to girls, best friend’s girlfriend or not. Still, I knew the danger, and it wasn’t looking good, or rather, she definitely was, but this was bad. I definitely didn’t want to betray my best friend. One of the many reasons that I don’t like to be around with Kelly is the because of my major bad luck with girls, which make me, like I already said, horny as fuck. Still, it was an innocent thing to ask, she is just trying to help me out after all.
“Okay,” I say as I take off my top shirt. It was one of those button down shirts that looks real nice especially if you’ve got a white undershirt to go with it. “Damn. My undershirt got it too…” I said as I looked at it, falling more and more into despair.
“Its fine, its fine,” she said ever so gently as she moved me into the corner of the grocery store away from any cameras vision. “This will get it right out. “She said opened the soda bottle and worked the stain out of my over shirt and put it up on one of the isles. “Now let me see what I can do with this.” She said as she took the now wet towel and started to apply it to my chest.