There she was. Who could resist such a goddess? Harry and a co-worker, Steve, were staring across the street at a young blonde girl in her early 20's. She had emerald green eyes, beautiful skin, the perfect body. Her tits were not too big, not too small - just in between, just the way Harry liked them. Her rear end was firm, and he couldn't help but keep his eyes on her.
"She's so sexy. If only there was a way I could talk to her. But, she doesn't know me. How do I start the conversation? What do I say?" Harry mumbled.
His co-worker ignored him, staring through the glass window.
"She might see us."
Harry reluctantly agreed. It would not be long before she noticed the two men undressing her with their eyes. As Steve finally pulled his eyes away and continued on his way down the corridor, Harry still kept his eyes focused, wishing he had this woman in his arms - wishing he could pleasure her, like the goddess she is.
"She's gorgeous - and I don't even know her name." Harry sighed.
"Why don't you just go talk to her?"
A female's voice rang in his ear. Someone appeared behind him. This time, it was his longtime friend, Michelle. She was nearly ten years older than Harry, and she had worked at the company for many years.
"Well?" Harry's hands shook. He couldn't respond.
"I ... don't know."
"Well, you had better think of something to say, because I'm tired of you talking about her. Not a day has gone by without you mentioning that you'd like to be with her, so just tell her, already!"
She was right. Harry needed to take a step forward. He agreed and started his frightening journey across the street. He walked into the greeting card store where she worked.
She smiled and spurted out her sales pitch, just like she did with every other customer.
"Hi, welcome to The Greeting House, where all of our greeting cards are custom made, just for you!" He couldn't get over her smile. He just stood there, his hands to his sides, not even smiling.
"Can I help you, sir?" she asked.
His mouth started to open, but nothing came out but a soft patch of air. Just enough to make him say "Aeeeh" in a whispered voice. She looked puzzled. Mumbling, he tried to start a conversation.
"Um... have we...ever...you met me... before?"
He felt like an idiot. Before she could answer him, or even pretend to understand what he just murmured, he let out a quick, squeaky "Nevermind!" and then stumbled out of the shop.
"DAMN IT!" Harry shouted.
"Calm down, you'll do better next time, you just need to get her to want to know you, that's all."
The day had passed. Harry and Michelle had both worked most of the day, and were pretty worn out by this time. But every now and then, they liked to go to each other's house, and just have some fun to cure their boredom.
Ever since they were younger, they would play board games together, and this was one of their hobbies. Whether it was trying to solve mysteries, building words on a table, or owning real estate, it was always a fun thing to do to pass the time.
That night, it was Poker. They had gotten tired of the board games and decided to raise the stakes a bit. They didn't like to gamble, so they played a version of poker where whoever won the hand would have to do something for the other person, like a favor. Sometimes it was silly stuff, but eventually Michelle got a little more wild. She had just won the hand.
"Okay" She undressed.
He was shocked. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked, frantically.
"I'm showing you what to do for your dare!" She pointed to her nipple.
"I want you to kiss it." He looked at her nipple. He was impressed, he had never thought of seeing his older best friend naked before, let alone, actually enjoying it. She smiled with a come-hither look.
"You're going to seduce me?" He asked.
"Yes, and then I'm going to make you fuck my brains out." She noticed he immediately got an erection between his legs. Trying to hide it, he turned away. She followed him to the couch, where they sat down.
"No I can't!" he yelled. "You're my best friend."
