This is based on a true story. This is my fantasy of how I would have wanted to night to end.
We had been friends for almost 20 years. I was traveling to New York for a work event and asked if you wanted to come- we'd always joked about having a fun weekend in NYC together. I was equally surprised and excited when you bought your plane ticket and agreed to meet me there.
I hadn't seen you in person for almost two years even though we talked almost weekly on the phone. Coming up the escalator at the airport, I noticed you had cut your hair and it suited you. Over 6ft tall and fit from climbing and hiking, you looked hot. I forgot how much I laughed when I was around you; we had the best day exploring New York and catching up. You helped that night with my event and I was so grateful you were there. After the event had wrapped, I was relieved it went so well, and let loose. Champagne was flowing, and we bar hopped until we ended up at a gay bar where we danced all night until we were exhausted and decided to call it a night.
As we came back to the hotel, both stumbling slightly from the alcohol we'd consumed and the adrenaline of being in New York together, we entered the room and I starting taking my clothes off to get into bed. It wasn't my intention at the time to be sexual in any way. I felt comfortable with you. Safe. Looking back now I can say that we both always wanted something to happen but never crossed that line for fear of losing the friendship we had built over the years.