Kara and I have been friends for years now. The age difference never seemed to come into play. I am almost 20 years her junior, (she is 40 and I am 23), but we always enjoyed each other's company. It could be because we worked so closely together. She was my boss for so long and even after I graduated from college we still were very close. We still went out drinking once a week and always had a little bit of tension between us, even with the age difference.
It might've been because Kara is smoking hot. At 40, she still has a 6 pack and runs 7 miles a day. She is beautiful and slender with long blonde hair and a great tan. Her breasts are small, but still very perky. and they fit nicely into whatever she is wearing. I am not so bad myself. Although I don't have a six pack, I am tall and fit and have always gotten more than my share of the ladies.
Tonight, Kara and I decided to go out to a bar closer to her house, (we live about 20 miles apart). I had never been there and there were a lot of older people. I still had a lot of fun because Kara and I always enjoyed each others company. I have made an art out of lightly teasing and flirting with the woman I am giving my attention to. The way Kara was smiling, I could tell she was enjoying it thoroughly. After quite a few drinks, we called it a night. Kara was a bit tipsy but I felt safe enough with her driving me home. She told me she needed to pick up her son from his friend's house, so we would swing by her place first. We were still having fun so I had no problems with that. What we didn't know is we would never make it back to my place.
Kara has always not been great at driving and talking at the same time. She likes to look at the person she talks to and that happens a lot when she was driving. Being a little tipsy, she was also was turning the wheel a little bit when she turned hr head to talk to me. A few times, I remember us hitting the "wake up lines" on the shoulder of the highway and I had to keep reminding her to keep her eyes on the road. When I saw the lights in the rear view mirror I got a sinking sensation we were in trouble. We were getting pulled over.
They made Kara get out of the car and do all the tests. I couldn't imagine her saying the alphabet backwards while standing on one foot sober but she was an officer herself so I thought that would help a little. I could tell she was a little shaken when she got back in the car but I could tell we weren't going to jail at least. "The officer said I have to drive straight home so you can sleep on my couch tonight," she stated, clearly still a little shook up from the ordeal. "I am fine with that," I replied touching her lightly on the arm and trying to calm her down. She looked back at me and smiled. Kara seems to have a little something wicked flicker in her gaze but it disappeared quickly as she turned to face the road and drive home
Luckily her son had found his own way home. I had met Kara's 16 year old son, Jeff, a few times but this time was a little awkward because his mom and I were drunk and I was sleeping over. Jeff also had a friend over who was sleeping on the couch. "Well, you can sleep on the floor in my room or my bed with me," Kara said, smiling slightly. Never one to pass up sleeping in the same bed as a beautiful woman, I agreed to share her bed with her for the night.