I was 21, in my last year at university and had just broken up with my high-school girlfriend, who we shall call Jennifer. Jenny was from a Christian family and, while we had obviously fooled around a lot, she had always been reluctant to have sex and I cared enough about her to respect that. And yes, I know what you're probably thinking: "21 year old virgin, har har", but I'm not ashamed and, believe me, I've more than made up for it since!
At the time I was living in a shared house that included three girls and I would often cuddle up in bed with each of them to watch TV, listen to music and generally chill out. They were all cute and I enjoyed this time with them, but it always felt innocent and I certainly didn't think any of them were interested in me. That night, however, I discovered that I was mistaken. One of them was particularly hot and slightly promiscuous (let's call her Sarah). She was a little younger than me, about 5ft 4 and half-Japanese, with long black hair and beautifully large, dark brown eyes. However, I had always felt that she was out of my league and never seriously considered hooking up with her.
Anyway, things with Jennifer had been difficult for a long time and after several months of trying, we had finally decided to break up. Although it was for the best, I was still saddened by the whole thing and I really wanted to be alone that night, but it was not an option. One of my other friends was having a night out for his birthday and we were all invited, so I reluctantly tagged along. I tried to put on a happy face, but Sarah could tell that something was wrong. At one point, she cornered me away from the others and I explained what had happened. She hugged me and spent the rest of the night trying to cheer me up, with surprising success. I drank a lot more than I normally would (helped by Sarah, who bought several drinks for me) and eventually the party wound down and we headed back to the house. I wanted to grab a shower, so I headed upstairs towards the bathroom in a mildly drunken haze. I turned the light on and went to close the door, but Sarah had followed me.
"What are you...?" I started to say, but she put her finger to my lips and half-followed, half-pushed me into the room, locking the door behind us. I could tell that she was also very tipsy by this point. Her face was pink, and the pinkness had spread down and across her ample bosom, which was very much on show in the black tank-top she was wearing. I managed, eventually, to tear my eyes away and I just stood there, unsure what to say. She moved over to the bath and turned on the shower tap before turning back to me. The sound of the flowing water and the accompanying steam quickly filled the bathroom.
"Go on then," she said, nodding towards the shower. I frowned at her and laughed. I wasn't sure what else to do. I think that part of my brain had realised what was going on (and that it was probably a bad idea), but it wasn't able to make itself heard through the fog of drunkenness. It was also being drowned out by another part of my psyche, something more wicked and more primal that hadn't really stirred for a long time.
"I'm not getting nekkid in front of you." I said, eventually.
"Don't worry, I won't look." She said, smiling. Her smile was so very sweet, and she almost pulled off the expression of feigned innocence, but there was a hungry gleam in her eyes. "Besides," she continued, "I'm worried about you; I don't think you should be alone tonight." And with that she sat down on the chair (which was traditionally used for dumping clothes) and put her hand over her eyes theatrically. I rolled my eyes and stood watching her for a while, but she seemed to be serious and didn't move. I was too drunk to care so, glancing back at her to make sure she wasn't watching me, I quickly took off my clothes, climbed into the bath and stood under the showerhead. I started to relax as soon as the hot, cleansing waters washed over me. After giving my body a quick rinse, I put my head under and water flowed through my hair and between my fingers as I washed my face.