Damn, Alyson thought, she's doing it again!
"She" was Melissa, Alyson's roommate, and "it" was Melissa's distracting habit of running around their apartment half-naked. Today it was just bra and panties, as she stood ironing some clothes for her date that night. They were pretty skimpy little panties that left nothing to the imagination. Well, actually, they left a lot to Alyson's imagination. Melissa's panties were tiny - not a thong but very low cut, just a thin strip of fabric stretched across her wide hips, barely covering her pubic mound and in the back, exposing the top half of her butt crack.
Melissa's antics drove Alyson crazy. It wasn't that she was a prude, not at all, just the opposite. The real issue was that Alyson wanted Melissa, wanted her badly, but she was afraid to risk their friendship by making any move to get what she wanted. "Melissa," she exclaimed, "put some clothes on!"
Melissa responded with an annoyed frown. She didn't seem to get it. Alyson suspected that she liked doing this. She wondered if Melissa walked around the apartment completely naked when Alyson wasn't there. The thought intrigued her.
"The shades are up," she added. "People can see in."
"Oh, okay, okay" Melissa responded at last, a bit exasperated by Alyson's concern, "just let me finish this!"
Alyson watched as Melissa flitted around the living room, picking up one article of clothing after another as she tried to decide what would look best. This date tonight seemed to be a really big deal to her, but Alyson didn't understand why. It was just another guy, nobody special as far as Alyson could tell.
Perhaps it was important to Melissa because she didn't get as many dates as Alyson did. Alyson could not understand that, either, but it was true. Alyson pretty much had all the men she wanted, and yes, more than Melissa. The guys were attracted to Alyson's bubbly personality and her cute face, framed by her long, dark brown hair, and her big, brown eyes and wide mouth that just exploded into a smile. And they liked her body, too. Alyson had a very nice shape on her five-foot, four-inch frame, with nice, full boobs and a darling little butt. Alyson was very proud of her butt, and it got her a lot of attention from the guys.
So, yes, Alyson got more male attention, but Melissa had her own type of beauty. While she wasn't the "cute little babe" like Alyson, she was hot in her own way. She had a pretty, heart-shaped face and shoulder-length chestnut hair, and while she didn't always turn heads on the street, at this time of year, when the onset of summer brought out a girlish sprinkling of freckles across her narrow nose and lightened her hair to a softer brown, she looked adorable.
Ultimately, though, it was Melissa's body that had Alyson enthralled. There were times, like now, when Alyson couldn't take her eyes off her. Melissa was tall - five foot ten, but she was no beanpole. She had a dancer's legs - beautiful, long legs that filled out her jeans with a delicious, muscular shape that was athletic but also curvy and feminine. She was smaller on top, at least for her size, but her hips - oh god, Alyson loved her hips! They were wide and womanly, perfectly proportioned for her height. Melissa was a big girl, and her pelvis was wide to match her size. Her hips did not look "fat", not at all - just broad and full, accented by a surprisingly small waist that gave her bottom half the perfect curve of a classic "hourglass" figure. When she wore her favorite tight, low-cut jeans, she looked amazing.
The simple fact was that Alyson really wanted to do her. She had felt that way for a while, perhaps even a few years back, when they were roommates in college, though at the time it wasn't so clear to her. Now though, she was just dying to get at her. All she could think of was having those luscious hips in her hands while she buried her face between Melissa's legs.
Later that night, Alyson was home alone, drinking a little wine and watching TV. Melissa was gone on her big date and would not be back for several hours, or, if things went well, not until morning. Alyson thought about that, thought about this guy making love to Melissa and how Melissa would respond. It was a vision Alyson often raised in her mind, of Melissa moaning and writhing in pleasure, ending in the throes of orgasm. It excited her to think about it. And she was certain that she could make Melissa cum harder and more often than some horny, impatient guy. If only she could get the opportunity!
Just as those thoughts were going through her mind, the door suddenly opened. It was Melissa. She was wearing the sexy black dress that she had picked out for her date. She looked really, really hot in that dress, but the look on her face was not a happy one.
"Oh gosh," Alyson said, "you're home early."
"Yeah," Melissa replied sullenly. "That was a total bust. No chemistry whatsoever." She stared straight ahead for a second, as if reviewing her disappointing night, then added, "I'm going to go change."
Minutes later, Melissa was back, looking much more casual in cutoff jeans and a simple top. As usual, the shorts were low-cut, and she had tied the top up in a knot, revealing about four inches of her bare mid-drift. That patch of skin had been driving Alyson crazy for months. Now, after the thoughts she'd been having, the sight cruelly teased her and further increased her desire. Melissa came to the sofa and sat down next to Alyson, completely oblivious to her best friend's state of mind.
"God, I'm so fucking horny now!" she complained. "I really needed some fun tonight."
That was the last thing Alyson needed to hear right then. She snuck a quick look at Melissa's flat, bare belly, at her darling little navel, and felt a twinge of desire surge through her.
Exhaling with an exhausted "Whew!" Melissa lay back in the sofa, raising her arms over her head in a pose that caused her shirt to rise up even farther, exposing even more skin. It was too much for Alyson to resist. She reached out and playfully ran her finger over Melissa's abdomen. Melissa's stomach twitched in response and she let out a little "Eek!"
Unperturbed, Alyson gave her a bratty grin and did it again. This time with all four fingers, and lower, just above the low-slung waist of her shorts. "You're pretty proud of this, aren't you?" she said breathily, as her fingers moved boldly back and forth over the soft skin.
"What do you mean?" Melissa asked, her tone slightly defensive.
