At first I was sure she was joking.
We were in bed together after yet another wonderful night of passion. Me and Heather, my dream girl. I felt so lucky to have her as my girlfriend. She had everything I would describe in my perfect woman - intelligence, a wicked sense of humour and a body to die for. She was a petite redhead,aged 23, 5 foot tall with lovely pale skin, deep green eyes, small pert breasts and a tight little bum.
We had been together for 6 months and life was just perfect with one minor irritation. That was her very best friend Sandra, or "The Tug" as my friends described her.
She and Sandra were so close and as she seemed incapable of getting a boyfriend she spent a lot of time with us and coming out with us. I had begged some of my friends to take her out, to give us some space, but they laughed at the idea.
Sandra would not hear a bad word about her.
So on that lovely morning when she told me Sandra had a new boyfriend I was delighted and already looking forward to more time alone with Heather.
But then the serious stuff started!
The boyfriend was a lecturer in her college, quite a bit older and a divorcee.
They had been out on a couple of dates and he had made it clear that he was looking forward to sharing her bed. While she wanted that too, she, at 24, was still a virgin and really didn't want him to know that or to let herself down when they finally got it together.
"Thats where you come in" Heather smiled up at me, her hand tracing patterns on my chest.
"You want me to fix her up with one of my friends?" I asked
"I wouldn't trust any of your friends to treat her right"
"So?" I asked
"If you love me as you say you do, you will do this big big favour for me, and teach her how to make love"
One hour later, after much heated discussion, she had convinced me she was serious. Thats why I found myself, the following Friday evening, with Heather gone home to her parents in the country for the weekend, sitting in my car waiting for Sandra to come out of her house and join me.
I thought about driving off but too late the car door opened and she was sitting beside me.
We made small talk on the way, I could tell she was very nervous and tense.
At my apartment I suggested a walk before we went in which seemed to relax her a bit. We walked through a park, chatted, relaxed a bit. I asked her about her boyfriend and about previous men she had been with. The extent of her experience was some rushed groping of her breasts by a guy outside a night club and a less rushed caressing of her breasts the previous weekend in a cinema by her new man.
I looked at her as we walked to assess what I was getting myself into. She wasn't fat, but certainly had a big build. My friends sometimes joked about the size of her bum! Her best feature was her smile which rarely appeared. At 5'10 she was nearly as tall as me. Today her long black hair was tied up in a pony tail and to her credit she had done a good job with her make-up. She was wearing a loose pink sweater and a blue knee length skirt.
Soon we could put it off no longer and we were in my apartment. I lit a fire and poured us both a glass of wine as we sat on the setee.