I was standing behind the counter on a sunny Friday afternoon. A few customers sat at the bar as the coffee brewed slowly behind me. I was working with Angel, a short curvy Latino girl with dark eyes and golden skin. We worked together a lot at the coffee shop and hung out quite a few times before. We had made plans to hang out this weekend, just the usual stuff, have a few drinks at our favorite spot and stay the night at my apartment.
That Saturday night we went out as we always do. Angel was drinking a bit more than usual and was making some interesting conversation. I could see something in her eyes, something that wasn't usually there. She seemed more playful than normal.
After four or five drinks we walked back to my place. Stumbling through the alleys, we joked and laughed all the way to my front door. We flung ourselves through the door and plopped down onto the couch nearly sitting on each other's laps. I noticed Angel was looking at me in a curious way. It was late and we were drunk and tired.
Angel was flipping through the channels on my TV, while I took off a few layers of clothes to get more comfortable. I stripped down to my white camisole and panties and relaxed on the couch, reclining just a bit.
"This is my favorite channel," Angel giggled suspiciously.
