Author's note: Thank you very much to Karen for editing this for me so quickly and to Vixen who inspires such wonderful stories!
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Looking at the clock you notice that it's almost 6. My call from earlier asking about a quiet romantic dinner at home had kept you fairly busy for the past 2 hours. With the meal finally prepared to your high standards there was only a little time left to get ready. The white satin and lace thong and bra were an easy choice as you know they are one of my favorites. Coupled with your peach wrap dress you're confident that your intentions would be very clear. A simple tug of the tie on the side of the dress and it would fall open easily. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror your hands glide over the thin material of your dress before heading out the bedroom door. By simple luck you made it to the bottom of the stairs just as I opened the front door.
"Wow, you look great!" I say looking you up and down a few times, "but you'll never guess who I bumped into." With a look that tried to convey my apologies I let our visitor in. While it wasn't the worst thing in the world to have Jenn over for dinner it certainly put a damper in your plans for the evening.
"Jenn!" you exclaim trying to sound excited to see her, "how have you been?" Walking up to Jenn you give her a hug while shooting me the 'why the hell didn't you call and tell me' look I knew all too well.
"Don't go and blame him now," Jenn explains, "I actually ambushed him in the driveway. Plus, I brought your favorite wine!" In hindsight you would remember the brief look between Jenn and I that took place right in front of you, but for now you let it go.
The meal was nice and relaxed between friends. Jenn's usual playful advances were met with the typical giggles and blushes that she loved to get from you. The truth was, and Jenn certainly knew it, that you found her very attractive but had always been afraid to take that step towards having sex with her. There had been several kisses goodnight that may have lingered a little longer then usual but that was as far as you had ever gone.
After dinner the three of us relaxed in the living room enjoying the last of the wine and catching up. As the minutes turned into hours it was finally decided that it was too late and too much wine had been consumed for Jenn to be allowed to drive home. Of course this was not the first time Jenn had used the guest room, we often referred to it as hers. While I helped you clean up Jenn excused herself to go upstairs.
"Well I guess we're going to have to be quiet tonight!" You say plainly under your breath.
"I'm always quiet," I laugh, "you're the loud one. Plus it may not be an issue tonight"
"What? I was looking forward to this."
"I know," I try to explain, "but that wine really kicked my ass. No wonder I usually drink beer!"
With the kitchen clean you grudgingly follow me upstairs. Walking to our bedroom we change in silence. Not wanting to call the evening an entire waste you change into a long peach satin nightgown with spaghetti straps and a long slit up your left leg. If the combination of the lace and small area of satin around your breasts won't get me in the mood nothing will.
Slowly walking around the bed you give me a glimpse of the near backless nightgown and a healthy flash of leg as you sit next to me on the bed. We kiss softly and my hands begin to move over your satin covered flesh. Our bodies melt together in our embrace. This night may not be a total loss after all you think to yourself.
"Ummm," I say as our kiss breaks for a moment, "you should go check on Jenn." A familiar pout returns to your forehead as you realize you do have to check on our friend. Breaking our kiss you move back and walk towards the bedroom door. Looking over your shoulder you are sure that when you return you will have to wake me up. You quickly walk down the hallway to Jenn's room and knock on the door lightly not noticing until then that your nipples are plainly showing through your nightgown. Before you can do anything Jenn opens the door. Seeing Jenn standing there in her long white satin nightgown you feel excited and embarrassed at the same time. The halter style top of her nightgown does little to hide her cleavage and you try desperately not to stare.
"I... I ... just came to check to make sure you were okay for the night." You stammer.