Even though sleeping with my friend Katie was merely the culmination of one of the lowest points in my life, it turned out to be one of my most memorable sexual encounters. For years, we had been just platonic friends. Over time, I suspected that Katie was attracted to me, but that attraction was never mutual until one especially frigid night in February. That night, I let my guard down just long enough to enjoy an episode of surprisingly wild and passionate sex with a girl whom I failed to even notice sexually prior to that event.
Katie wasn't the most attractive girl I'd banged but was cute nevertheless. She was a little thick -- not overweight, but thick -- and had pale skin with those rosy red cheeks I'd never found appealing. She also sported chin-length blond hair, and I was definitely a long-haired-brunette kind of guy. I'd actually never fucked a blond until Katie. To her credit, she did stand about 5'7", had bright blue eyes and a great smile, complete with pearly white teeth and luscious lips -- all traits that I'd found attractive even before I consented to screw her. Her sizable rack didn't hurt her cause by any means, giving an added bonus for a guy who was into banging more petite chicks.
What had changed my mind about Katie were my personal circumstances during that point in my life. I had just been jerked around and led on for three months by a girl with whom I thought I'd have a meaningful, lasting relationship. The breakup was so abrupt and executed so poorly by my now-ex that it immediately plunged me into a near depression, and the stress of my job coupled with the unrelenting bitter weather during that season may have pushed me over that edge.
Several good friends were there to support me during that stressful time, and Katie was one of those friends. In reality, I hadn't always gotten along with her perfectly, though; she was kind of selfish, immature and borderline annoying at times, but, in her defense, she was only 21 years old, significantly younger than I. I knew she'd grow up. Regardless, she was very sweet and encouraging throughout those couple weeks during which I struggled.
Maybe it was my desperate need to do anything that made me feel better during that rough time (while remaining a responsible adult), but I began to see Katie differently. One day, I asked her if she wanted to hang out with me that coming Friday night. She happily agreed and followed up by asking if we'd be getting dinner.
"Hey, what the hell," I said. "Let's make it a date."
There were plenty of factors that easily could have made my first date with Katie a disaster. Work ran late, so it was already dark by the time I got home. The temperature was 6 F when I walked out to the car to make my way to the agreed-upon restaurant. It was so cold that I wanted nothing more than to go back inside my warm apartment and just avoid what I was expecting to be an awkward evening anyway. Finally, it began to snow pretty bad once I was about halfway there, naturally. I hated driving in the snow.
To my surprise, however, Katie and I had a lovely time right from the start, actually. Immediately, I was stricken with how hot -- not just attractive, but hot -- Katie looked. Her short red dress caught my attention right away, presenting her body perfectly. It was short, going maybe halfway down her thighs, and low-cut, showing off just enough cleavage so as to to still not be whorish. Not only did it accentuate the features I already admired, such as her red lips, big boobs and round ass, but it flipped those qualities I had previously overlooked: the garment hugged her frame flawlessly, drawing me to her hips and creamy thighs; her rosy cheeks glowed just right with the dress as well as with the makeup she wore; and her pale skin contrasted with the the clothing in the most lovely way. In addition, her blond hair hung straight, almost touching her shoulders, with just a slight curl. A lock of it hung cutely over the side of her face but carefully avoided obscuring one of her bright blue eyes. I also noticed her high heels and jewelry -- all black -- that worked well with the outfit.
Confused is probably the best way to describe my feelings as Katie and I were led to a table. I'd never really minded having Katie around but, like I said, was more likely to feel annoyance with her than arousal. In that moment though, I was thankful for the poor lighting in the restaurant; otherwise, the proverbial roll of quarters in my pants would have been more obvious. Regardless, I'd later found out she'd noticed my boner anyway.
On purpose, I'd chosen a more casual location to get dinner, but it hadn't stopped Katie from dressing up, obviously. Initially, I hadn't wanted my strictly platonic friend to take this date too seriously, but now I was glad I hadn't discouraged her too much. I know there were a lot of personal factors weighing on me that perhaps clouded my judgment, but my goal that night changed before our order was even taken: I wanted to have sex with Katie.
When I complimented Katie on her dress, she smiled and blushed a little. She seemed happy that I not only noticed her attempt to dress up for me but liked it as well. From there I began to flirt with her more and more shamelessly throughout the course of our dinner. As the meeting progressed, Katie responded more giddily to my new-found attraction for her. Her several drinks, which I didn't discourage, only lowered her inhibitions. I'd perceived Katie to have a bit of a drinking problem before, so I didn't want to take advantage of her, but I figured a couple drinks to help her get the edge off would better ensure some adult fun later.
Getting to the point, I invited Katie to come back to my apartment when we walked back into the cold, snowy night. The undesirable conditions of the roads made my invitation all the more gentlemanly too, not that I had much doubt that Katie's mind was going down the same path as my own. Undoubtedly, the girl would readily accept the opportunity to spend the night at my place.
It wasn't all that late when we got back to the apartment, but the roads were so bad that nothing else was really worth the trouble. I clarified for Katie that she could sleep over, especially since the weather was bad and she had had maybe one drink too many at dinner. I offered her my bed, suggesting I sleep on the couch. Those aforementioned drinks probably had something to do with her response:
"The couch?" she said with a tone that assured me she'd had too much alcohol. "You're going to fuck me, right?" She immediately caught what she's said. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! I was just kidding. I'm sorry," she stuttered before I could respond.
I smiled and looked over at my blond friend, thinking about what the rest of the night had in store. "No," I said, "you're right: I won't need the couch tonight." Katie's face went from embarrassment to delight instantly. I wondered if her heart was beating as hard as mine.
We hurried into the apartment, fighting through what was now a snowstorm. Once we were inside the warm lodging, we slipped out of our jackets and shoes before I led Katie to the bedroom. If I'd had something alcoholic for her to drink, I would have offered, but she didn't need it anyway.
