I had known Jen for a little while now, and I had a massive crush on her from the very beginning. She was a little slower coming around, plus she had a boyfriend. Luckily, he was kind of a shit and everyone knew it, including her, so his days were already numbered. We had never hooked up. Came close one time, since she had invited me over for 4th of July. JUST me. Her family went on some vacation she couldn't afford, and her shitty boyfriend was hanging out with his friends who she couldn't stand. Enter me. I screwed this one up by getting FAR too drunk to do much of anything aside from lie very still in a chair and watch movies. Even so, I could tell she was into me, and it would just be a matter of time. I sobered up, but by that time her dipshit dude was back and didn't seem all that thrilled to find me home alone with his girlfriend (another good sign, for me), so I just went home.
So Jen has a sister Kate who on a purely physical level is the hotter of the two. 5′9″ or so, model-thin, but super pretty face, and a killer smile. Jen is a bit shorter at 5′5″ and has a bit more meat, though I wouldn't call her thick. Kate was "thin" while I'd say Jen's body is more "athletic". I was friends with Kate as well, and we even went out on a date at one point, though I wasn't aware it was a "date" until after the fact, when she informed me. Ah well. I was more into Jen anyway. Still, Kate and I did a lot of flirting over IM and such and spoke fairly regularly, as did Jen and I. I would have been a fool to turn either one of them down, at any rate. At the time of this story, Jen was 24, Kate was 22 and I was 30.
At some point that summer, Jen threw a party at her house. Lots of mutual friends showed up. Her boyfriend was still in the picture at this point, and fairly early in the evening they had some kind of fight, which resulted in him getting pissed off and leaving (and good riddance), and also resulted in Jen getting roaring drunk. None of dude's friends were there anyway (since she hated all of them), so I had no reservations about what happened next. Jen started to flirt with me heavily. Even "flirt" seems like the wrong word, because she was basically attacking me, in as much as that's possible without actually kissing me or grabbing my crotch. Everyone around knew that she liked me anyway, so the reaction from the other party goers was mostly giggling and pretending to be scandalized. I've never been overly fond of being the center of attention so I did my best to deflect and retain a sense of decorum, while making sure the very drunk Jen understood I was very much interested. So I spend the rest of the party with Jen attached to my hip but all we got up to was some hanging on each other and some ass grabbing. The night eventually began to wind down a bit. Most people have left at this point, with a few stragglers passed out on the sofas in the living room, and only Jen, myself and Kate remaining awake and coherent, though all three of us are pretty tipsy. It's around 2 am.
Jen and I are sitting around her dining room table. I'd say we were talking but she was still solidly drunk, so the conversation was rambling a good bit. I was just enjoying my buzz so I was cool to just let it flow. At one point she gets up to go to the bathroom and I (again) check out her ass moving under the short skirt she is wearing - sort of a loose ruffly number hanging about mid thigh or so. I'm such a sucker for skirts anyway - bordering on a fetish. I just love the idea that they offer such easy access. Upskirts, flashes, peeks underneath - all of it is a huge turn-on for me. As far as I know, Jen wasn't aware of this kink of mine, but that just makes what happened next that much hotter.