The first time I met Kris was at a party that had manifested itself in my dorm room. My roommate and I were more than happy to spend the night drinking with some lovely young lasses. Kris and James (my roommate) hit it off right away, in fact the next morning I woke up with a headache and he woke up with her. She and James moved off campus together the next year, and their place became party central for my college sweetie and our other friends. The four of us became life long friends, during the course of college parties I saw Kris in various states of dress or undress depending on how you look at it. As time passed we kept our friendship alive over the phone, since we lived about 600 miles apart.
I had an opportunity to visit them a couple years later; Kris was visiting her parents in another city when I arrived, so James and I went out partying. We hit the high spots of the near by city, reliving our college days through stories and too much beer. The strippers loved us, and we tipped well. As the night slowed, and we talked into seriousness we talked of women, sex and life after marriage. During one of the more serious moments I admitted to James the only woman I had ever really had fantasies about was Kris, other than my wife I had no other real interest in other women.
The net day I woke up with one of those 3 alarm hangovers, and James wasn't in much better shape. We spent the day nursing our heads and trying to solve the world's problems. That afternoon Kris arrived back from her parents and greeted me with a big hug and a kiss, lasting just a bit longer than it should have. The three of us had a few drinks and Kris made a wonderful meal, as night settled in I felt the effects of the previous evening with little or no sleep so about 10:30 I excused myself and headed off to bed.
Their house was small, with one bedroom on the main floor and a spare tucked into more or less the attic with a small steep staircase leading to it, my room, the cold Colorado night winds seem to blow through the walls. The small bed was cozy twin size with plenty of comforters to hold out the cold. I could here my hosts as they headed to bed chatting presumably about their days apart. The lights went out downstairs and I snuggled in for the nights sleep. Just as I was slipping into slumber the light in the stairway came on, and I heard someone on the stairs, Kris stepped quietly into my room wearing a flannel robe and warm slippers. I closed my eyes figuring she was after something from the storage area by the door.