"Knock knock"
It wasn't the set up to a lame joke. It was real knocking on my apartment door. I paused the movie I was watching and got up off the couch to walk across the room to that white wooden door. "Who the hell is it..." Looking out the peephole, I saw someone I did not expect. It was a woman, young, 1 year younger than me. Wavy, black, shoulder length, sharp brown eyes, tan skin, a prominent nose that could belong to an Italian or a "Middle-Easterner". (She was part Italian, part Lebanese.) She was short, and a bit round, all the more-so in the distorted view through the peephole, and in her dark red, low-cut casual dress. Not stunning, but pretty hot, if you liked girls with a little extra meat on them. I knew just who she was: Claretta. A girl I hadn't seen or talked to in a year, though I'd known her since high school.
And here she was, standing outside my apartment, staring and smiling right at my peephole. I barely thought of anything, but just felt surprise and a shocking little spark of arousal as my had immediately reached to the lock and I opened the door to let her in.
"Jimmy!" she squealed as she instantly hugged me tight upon stepping in. I was knocked off balance.
"Claretta...hi!" I sheepishly said with an attempt at friendliness, suppressed by shock and awe. I'm pretty sure my voice cracked. Her bountiful and partly exposed breasts pushed tightly against my lower chest. I didn't have a hard-on, but close. I saw she was wearing her usual high heels now, red as her dress, couple inch heels.
"Aw, that all I get?!" she teasingly whined, "No return hug?"
"Oh, yeah" I put my arms around her lightly, feeling guilty at the touch of her silky dress.
"Sooooooo how are ya Jimmy?" she stepped back and smiled at me, calling me by a name none of my friends and not even my fiancee Amy called me. No one called me it seriously anyway, but her. I was 'James' to anyone else.
I felt a little better composed, enough to close the door behind her at least. Did my best to be friendly as we both stood awkwardly. At least I was awkward. Not like I was at all unhappy to see Claretta; she'd been a good friend at one point, and was sure as hell easy on the eyes...but that was part of the problem of course...
"Oh, you know, work's a bitch, stuff's good with Amy. So, uh, what brings you around Claretta? How you doing?" I said with more confidence. Why did I feel such a need to project confidence for this old (attractive and flirtatious) friend I'd just had a brief fling with years ago...
"Just in town and wanted to visit some old friends...sorry I didn't call or text, lost my phone a couple days back...can a lady sit down around here?" she said with a slightly teasing tone, that made me feel stupid for forgetting basic manners. Damn she looked good...her hair was lighter than her skin and framed her face wonderfully, cascading down to her shoulders...she was wearing make-up, and she did that right for sure...her eyes were lovely as always, and her breasts...damn they were nice. Big, firm but soft, perkier I swear than when I saw them last. She had a bit of a belly, not fat but a thick girl for sure, thick hips and legs. I shut up my penis brain and got on with my head brain.
"Yeah, uh, sorry, we can sit in here," motioning to the living room, "Want anything to drink, eat?" Did I sound confident, I hoped I did. Why did I care so much though?!
She looked she was nearly suppressing a giggle as she strolled past me to the couch.
"Thanks...I brought my own drink though." She took a small bottle of vodka out of her bag, about ¾ full. She walked CLOSE past me...her dress briefly touched my jeans as she strolled past...her hips moved characteristically of a girl in heels, and characteristically of Claretta. If her breasts were great, her ass was to die for. It looked even more plump, round, and big than I remembered. Under her dress the two large orbs of her buttocks swayed and stuck out boldly. She must've done a lot of squats to add on that much muscle...I felt my dick start to perk up a little and get wet. Shit! I was staring. Don't think she noticed, I'm sure she knew of the effect she was beginning to have though.
"Cool..." I walked behind her. She sat down on my couch before I did, very lady-like; thick, tan, feminine legs crossed, petite feminine feet sliding out a bit loosely of her shoes as she relaxed.
"Ah, want some? It's some good shit." she took out two glasses of her purse as well, poured a shot of vodka for herself. What the hell was she playing at...
"No thanks, I gotta get up early tomorrow." I said honestly, getting more and more distracted by fantasizing thoughts over those legs and where they went, the way those breasts must feel, her red soft lips as they rested on the edge of a shot glass. It was 10:30 at night after all...she had some balls coming up here in my neighborhood that late dressed how she was...but, then again, it was Claretta, and she'd always had balls of steel. A tazer in her purse for sure too. Her dad being a cop had helped her out in the self-defense department.
"Suit yourself Jimmy, ya baby." she flirted "Arent ya gonna sit down though?" she purred and sipped at her drink. I realized I was just standing staring at her tits. Was I being seduced? I sat down next to her without saying a word, putting as much space between me and her as possible without looking too awkward.
"So...how's Amy? You said good, right?" she inquired, smiling devilishly. Amy was my fiancee, who I'd dated for 5 years, since or freshmen year of college. I loved her dearly, we were very close, well obviously, with getting married and all. The thoughts about Claretta right now were raising my guilt and stress levels just as much as they raised my horniness. No way the beautiful, sexily dressed slightly intoxicated girl in front of me didn't realize that.
"She's...good, yeah. Got her new job over at the new office, we're happy about that...I mean she got the job a couple months ago, she's at her cousin's house right now for the week, out of town." Why the hell was I telling her this? Making it easier for her?
"Ah, out of town, I see..." she dropped one of her shoes off one foot, exposing the black painted nails on that smooth, tan, delicate little foot. Then dropped off the other shoe. She finished her one shot as she placed both feet on the floor. I could see up her skirt right then if I looked. I looked. My cock got rock hard, bulging against the inside of my pants.