Danielle Drake had never really thought about her friend Marc in that way. No that he was in any way unattractive - on the contrary, the majority of women would consider him to be a pretty decent looking guy. At 5'8" and a fit 175 pounds, the 30-year-old looked to be in fine shape and he kept himself looking good most of the time. His brown hair and eyes were dark and suggested something a little mysterious under his calm and cool demeanour. Still, she had never really thought about him in that way -- until now.
She had always had a boyfriend. Not one in particular, but rather a constant flow of handsome beaus who wined and dined her until she was ready to move on to the next one. Maybe that was why Danielle had never thought about him in that way -- there was simply never an appropriate time for it.
But now things were different. She was in the midst of something she had not experienced in years. She was actually single. Things ended with her latest suitor after he stood her up one Friday night, and she had yet to land herself a new paramour. Still, she had not begun to think of Marc in that way.
Not that Danielle thought she would have any difficulties in finding herself a new man -- she had never had any problems in that department in the past, after all she was by most accounts a complete knockout. A slim and toned 5'2" and 110 pounds, she kept herself in amazing shape and owned a rock-hard body. At 27-years-old, she still could pass for a college student with her youthful beauty and fun-loving and free-spirited personality. Her curly chestnut hair was streaked with blonde and fell in long, sexy S-shaped waves cascading to her mid-back. Topping off her total package, her impressive bosom boasted an eye-catching 36D measurement -- something she took no shame in exploiting with low-cut and tight fitting tops at every opportunity.
After several weeks of wallowing in the lowly existence of a single woman, she had decided to join her friend Marc at a mutual acquaintance's party, in the hope that she might meet some new eligible bachelors along the way.
Dressed to impress -- and pick-up, Danielle wore a sexy sleeveless black corset-style blouse that buttoned in the front, with lace-up details in the back. The shirt's plunging v-neck cut in the front and tight fit nicely showcased her ample cleavage. She paired that with a skinny pair of snug fitting blue jeans that left very little to the imagination. Her long layers of soft, loose curls fell down her back impeccably, and her near flawless face was touched with just the right amount of makeup to enhance her natural beauty to a level of near perfection.
Unfortunately for her, the party turned out to be quite a bust for her intended mission. The guests at the gathering numbered mostly couples, or guys she would not be caught dead with in a million years. With no reasonable targets in sight, she spent the majority of the event talking with Marc and enjoying a copious amount of apple martinis.
Half in the bag, the two left the disappointing get-together and took a taxi back to Danielle's place. Once there, he helped his stumbling friend into her condo amid her drunken ramblings of needing to find a man. After getting her inside and struggling to remove her heels, Marc finally managed to escort her back to her bedroom and situate her onto the bed. Still mumbling about how she needed to find herself a new boyfriend, she barely even took notice when he kissed her on the forehead and wished her a good night before slipping into the hallway to let her sleep off her martini-fuelled drunk.
As he walked away from Danielle's bedroom, listening to the incoherent babbling and sounds of lumbering movement coming from behind him, Marc could not help but let his mind wander a bit. His thoughts turned to that of long-hidden desires and fantasies, and the possibility of turning them into a reality. He had always lusted after this young woman, but had never had the opportunity -- or the courage, to act on his wanton desires towards her. He was torn. He knew she was pretty inebriated, but he also knew that a chance like this might never present itself again. He squeezed his eyes shut in a vain attempt to clear his head, but his mind's eye could only focus on one image -- that of the gorgeous woman in the next room lying on the bed. In an almost trance-like state, his eyes popped open, and then he turned around and headed straight for the bedroom door.
As he entered the room, he was pleasantly surprised to see that the sounds of clumsy movement he had overheard had been Danielle undressing herself to go to bed. Gone were her shirt and jeans, leaving only a black lace push-up bra and matching thong covering her fine body's most private areas. She now lay on her side on the bed, her right arm folded up under her head and eyelids fluttering as she sought sleep. Slowly, he moved in.
