I went to Heather's apartment the following Friday night on the pretense of studying together. Heather and I shared homeroom and had the same basic course plans. She was the closest friend I ever had. Where I was relatively shy and inexperienced, Heather was extroverted and worldly. She drew me into the group and made me feel welcome.
I was staying overnight and had pj's in a duffle along with the Marketing textbook and Statistics. As the night went along, we gave up on the studying and switched to beer and movies. Heather's place was a bachelorette and as such, there was no wall between the living/dining room and the bedroom which was off at an angle. Heather announced see was changing into something more comfortable. I had tossed my bag onto her bed and I went to get it. Heather pulled out a large T-shirt from her drawers and as I took out my nightgown, Heather began to tug her sweater up over her head. I stood transfixed as she began to undress right there in front of me. I'm no shrew, but I was surprised by how casual Heather treated life and I began to flush as I realized I was staring and most likely had my mouth open. I quickly turned to find the bathroom before the sweater cleared her face and before she saw me watching. As it was, I began to register the fact she had no bra on and I had glimpsed her breasts from both the side and reflected in the mirror over the dresser.
I was breathing a little strange as I entered the washroom and I sat on the toilet for a second to collect my thoughts. I couldn't focus on anything except her round breasts and large nipples. They were a caramel colour and covered a large portion of the surface. I didn't understand what I was feeling and I shook myself out of the trance. I changed quickly but Heather asked from the other side of the door if I could hurry up because she needed to piss. Even her language was liberal.
I came out with my nearly floor length nightgown on and tossed my bag back onto the bed. Heather looked over her shoulder from the kitchen and said "How Gothic! I'm making popcorn, watch the microwave will you?" She passed me on the way to the bathroom. "Put plenty of butter on" she called out. "I like it slippery!" She laughed.
We brought two more beers from the fridge and settled in front of the TV with a big bowl of popcorn. Heather subscribed to one of those multi-movie channels and we checked to see what was on. We sat at either end of a large, puffy couch, the popcorn between us. The only other furniture was the coffee table and a large beanbag chair which had seen better days. Heather chose some sort of suspense movie with Sharon Stone.
We sat watching for awhile when, in typical Stone fashion, there was a sex scene. I know I was blushing when I said something like "That's going to hurt.."
Heather threw a handful of popcorn at me and snidely said "How would you know?"
"I do now." I coolly answered.
Heather sat back and stared at me. "Since when?" she asked.
"Since Tuesday." I looked forward at the screen which had Sharon or some body double humping the hero. Heather was the only one I had ever confided to about being a virgin, and she had never teased me or brought it up with others.
