Cathy and I had been good friend since we were 12, we'd been put in the same French class and had sat on the same table and instantly become friends.
While I knew that friendship would probably be the extent of our relationship, part of me had always desired more, but now we were in our last year of College and were about to go off to separate universities, meaning that it was now or never if I wanted a more meaningful relationship with her.
I decided to make my move a week after my 18th birthday and two days after hers. It was a cold Friday afternoon in the middle of the November and we had just finished our last lesson and decided to go to a bar in town for a few drinks before going home as a celebration. As we walked down the hill, I hardly heard her as she talked in great length about how boring her day had been and how glad she was that it was the weekend. Instead, all I could think about was that in a few hours I could have this 5 foot 7, D cupped, brunette goddess naked in my bedroom. Part of me was glad it was cold as it made it easier for me to control myself from getting a hard on.
We got to the bar about 5pm and there was hardly anyone there. We walked over to a table in the corner and took off our coats and scarves. I then proceeded to the bar, where I ordered a beer for me and a white wine for Cathy. As I waited for them to be poured I looked back at our table and watch as Cathy took her hairband out of her hair letting it fall gracefully down to her shoulders, sitting herself down, and then crossing one sexy leg over the other. When asked for payment, I casually passed my card over my shoulder, not taking my eyes off Cathy, taking note now of what she was wearing, starting at the floor I slowly scanned up her body, from her black leather boots with a 2 inch heel, up her shapely legs clad in black tights which were slightly stretched hinting at her skin beneath, to what was a knee length tartan skirt that now she was sat down on cover half of her thigh.
Before I could take any more of her sensual body in, the barman returned with my card and handed over the drinks, walking back to the table I took in the top half of Cathy's slim figure, perfectly accentuated by the red v-necked sweater she was wearing.
I reached the table and hand Cathy her drink and sat down opposite her.
"Cheers," I said, "and Happy Birthday"
"Thank you, honey. I've hardly seen you this last week, has everything been ok?"
"Yeh it has" I sighed, "well, except for Emily still going on at me about how she and I should get back together. I wish she would just get the hint."
"Aww I'm sorry," Cathy replied, placing her slender hand on top of mine, "you two made such a sweet couple, why did you break up with her again?"
I rolled my eyes, knowing that this was the 100th time I'd explained this today, "I just thought there was no point starting a serious relationship this close to going to university, so I decided to just spend the next six months having fun rather than being tied down."
This was a blatant lie, but I couldn't tell Cathy the truth just yet as it would mean admitting my feelings for her, and know wasn't the right time.
"Ah, I see, fair enough. So did you sleep with her in the end?"
"Yes, the day before we broke up, and before you say anything, I know it wasn't the right thing to do but she enjoyed it and so did I so what's the problem. What about you? You found anyone to pop your cherry yet?" I asked with a cheeky grin on my face.
Now it was Cathy's turn to roll her eyes, "Every bloody month you ask me this, and as always the answer is no. Though there were a couple of guys who tried when I went out clubbing on Wednesday."
"That's hardly surprising, you always look stunning"
With this she blushed and I realised that I might have over stepped my ability to compliment as just a friend. We slipped into an awkward silence for a couple of minutes, finished our drinks, when Cathy suddenly announces that she's hungry. I offer to buy her dinner as a birthday treat, which she gladly accepts.
A few hours later, after a good meal and far too much to drink, we both stumble out of the bar.
"So what are we going to do now my dear?" I slur.
"I thought, I would call it a night, considering I have work in the morning, but do you mind walking me home, my parents are away and I get paranoid about burglars."
I obliged, and we set off on the quarter of an hour walk to Cathy's house. When we arrived, we walked up the drive way and I stopped, and admired her round ass, as she moved ahead to unlock the front door.
Suddenly, I felt a bulge and my pants and a familiar urge to grab Cathy and kiss her. Usually, I just ignored this, thinking that it was inappropriate to do as friends; but now with alcohol coursing through me and the knowledge that we were alone, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. As she stepped through the doorway into the hall, I followed looking for the perfect moment. Then, when she turned around to close the door, I grabbed her hand pulled her towards me and kissed her. For a moment she kissed me back but then abruptly pulled away.
"Tom, what are you doing?" she asked a shocked look on your face.
"Er, I think it's time I told you why I really broke with Emily."
"And that's because?"
"Because, I think I'm in love with you"
"WHAT!? Tom, don't do this, don't ruin what we have."
With this, I moved closer to her and stroked her cheek softly only to have her push me away.
