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Ryan was drunk and generally making an ass of himself. His girlfriend Cheryl sat low in the sofa in our small apartment as he danced closely with Lucy Winston, Cheryl's sorority sister.
Lucy had her back against his chest and he had his arm around her waist. She started grinding her skirt-covered ass against the bulge that was growing in his jeans as he high-fived his buddies that passed. His hand started to slip down below the bottom of the shirt that she was wearing and touched her midriff as he leaned his head back and took a long drink of beer from his plastic cup.
"Hey," Lucy called out as Ryan's hand past the waistband of Lucy's skirt and almost made it into her panties. Lucy pulled his hand out. Cheryl just glared at him, embarrassed by his behavior.
"Sorry! Sorry! Ryan's an asshole! I know. Going upstairs. Sleepy time." Ryan stumbled toward the staircase through a crowd of visitors that patted him on the back and whooped encouragement.
She heard him yell from the top of the stairs "Cheryl, I love you baby! Where are you?"
"Obnoxious ass," she whispered as she got up and went through the sliding glass door to the back porch.
I went upstairs to check on my roommate Ryan, but he was fast asleep on his bed, snoring like a bear.
I walked downstairs and out the back to find Cheryl. She was my friend and I treated her like a sister. I was always helping her help Ryan it seemed and tonight was no different. Her back was turned to the house and her arms were crossed as she tried to calm her nerves with a cigarette.
I walked up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. "You alright," I asked.
"Yeah. He's such an asshole sometimes," she replied. I could tell she had cried a little, so I squeezed her shoulders. She turned to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and buried her head in my chest. "Mark, you're such a good friend."
Her move was unexpected and caught me and my cock off guard. I don't know if she noticed my swollen member pressing against her belly as she squeezed me, but I did. I held her head to my chest and stroked her hair, down to the middle of her back, and then back up. Her 32C breasts (I had seen her bra in our laundry) were pressed into my upper belly as she sobbed silently.
I was surprised as her open hand started to move in circles around my lower back over my t-shirt. She had to hear my heartbeat increase its pace.
"DUDE! We're going over to Kravitz's house! His parents have a pool and enough booze to keep things interesting." Jason Raynes slapped me in the back of the head as he jump passed me and Cheryl and I broke our embrace.
"Dude, I have to stay here and clean up," I answered.
Jason encouraged Cheryl, "C'mon girl! Your man will be out 'til tomorrow. Night's still young!"
She looked at me and paused before answering, "No, I'm gonna stay back and help Mark clean up."
"Suit yourself bitches!" cried Jason.
"Jason, total class. Gotta love him," I said rhetorically.
Lucy came out and walked up to Cheryl. "Girl, I am soooo sorry. I had no idea..."
Cheryl answered, "It's really okay. Nobody knows how he can be better than me."
"Sure?" Lucy inquired.
"Sure." Cheryl smirked while answering.
"SISTERS!" Lucy screamed it out as she ran around the house to jump into the car with Jason.
Cheryl started toward the door and I placed my hand in the small of her back as she passed into the house. She walked through the now-empty house to the small downstairs bathroom as I began picking up beer cans and empty glasses.
She returned after a few minutes with a short t-shirt and sweatpants saying, "Alright, let's get this place cleaned up so we can get to bed."
I knew what she meant, but to hear her say, "we" and "bed" in the same sentence involving me gave my imagination a spark. She held her hands above her head and pulled her hair into a ponytail in a move she'd done countless times in her life. I watched as the shirt ran high, brushing her nipples that I could barely make out. For an instant, I could see her navel and the very light hair making up her "happy trail". To this day, I don't know if she caught me taking that peek, but she didn't seem to mind anyway.
From upstairs you could hear Ryan's snores and it pulled me back into reality. Cheryl went to the closet and pulled out the vacuum as I continued tossing cans into the large trash in the kitchen.
After a few pushes of the vacuum, Cheryl did the most unexpected thing. She stopped and pulled down her sweatpants, leaving only a very short pair of flannel boxer shorts on with the Greek letters of her sorority plastered across the ass. It was very apparent that she either had a thong on underneath the shorts or absolutely nothing.
Seemingly without noticing me, she would bend down with a spoon to loosen up some dirt and run the vacuum over the spot. The two or three times she did, she would stand on her right leg and lean forward with her left leg up, causing the shorts to loosen up a little at the crotch. The glimpses I got gave me the answer I was searching for. Those shorts were her underwear. The crotch of her shorts moved to the side and occasionally a small tuft of her brown muff would come out. Worse, her shirt was loose and from behind, I could see her gorgeous breasts dangling inside her shirt. The mix of her tan legs, the accidental view of her breasts and the quick glimpses of her pussy made my cock stand at attention.
I went into the kitchen to catch my breath and splash some water on my face. "Dude, you can't do this," I repeated over and over again in my head.
"Hey! You quitting on me?" Cheryl startled me and I turned and knocked a cup off the counter and straight towards her. Wow. The cup of cheap wine splashed against her chest, staining her shirt and leaving droplets on her face, on her shorts and on her legs.
"What the fuck!" She pursed her lips and threw down her arms in exasperation.
In instantly went to her and started apologizing and trying to brush the wine from her shirt. I wasn't thinking about what I was doing but I became aware when Cheryl took a deep inhale as I brushed her right nipple. "I can handle the cleanup Mark, really," she looked at me in what I hoped was mock disgust and walked out to the bathroom.
"Do you have a t-shirt I can wear," she called out as she started walking to the bathroom again.