We'd been friends for years. It wasn't until the last few months though that I found my nipples hardening as she spoke while my eyes wandered to her cleavage. Over these last four years, we'd talked for hours, solving the world's problems and explaining the day-to-day of our lives to each other. Lately though, I couldn't concentrate during our talks. It was all I could do to contain myself as my eyes admired how beautiful her body was while her lips continued to talk.
We didn't live in the same town anymore so when I drove through her city, I stayed in her guest room. On one stay, I stared at the ceiling fan at night, knowing she was on the other side of the wall sleeping in her sexy pajamas. My imagination took off and I let my hand slowly move down my body until it found my slippery clitoris. After a few nights of masturbating just on the other side of the wall, I was happy to return home. At least there, my mind couldn't tease me with her presence.
Months went by in this way. We'd stay up late on her couch talking about life. She always wore that silk nighty that hugged her perfect body in all the right places. It was torture but it was beautiful torture.
On one visit, it was the middle of a southern summer. It was unbearably hot, humid, and sunny. We had gone hiking together on a misguided attempt to enjoy the pretty day. Half way through the hike, we contemplated our options. We needed a break from the insufferable humidity clogging our lungs. We weren't far from a swimming hole, which by that point, sounded like the solution to all our problems.