It all started about a week after my girlfriend, Tracy and I had broken up. I had been dating her for almost 10 years when we decided to go our separate ways. We decided that we would remain friends, but we could not continue our life "together" as we had different goals for our lives.
The weekend after our split I headed to my mom's place out of town to tell her the news. I figured that us splitting up would be hard for her, but she actually took it quite well, for a while. After a couple of hours of talking all she could do was stare at me, I was starting to get uncomfortable. As I sat there trying to come up with things to talk about I decided it was only going to get worse, so I decided to go for a drive, as I left I said "I may or may not be back so don't leave any lights on."
So off I went for my drive. I chose to drive through the countryside and ended up in a neighboring city where my cousin lived. My cousin, Diana, or Di, is ten years younger than me and in her last year of university, to say she was hot would be an understatement. Ever since she was little we have had a special bond, when she was a little kid I couldn't peel her off my side at family functions. This bond continues to this day, although she's not stuck to me like glue anymore. More about this later. While I was driving around I thought to myself "I haven't seen Di in a while, I should give her a call."
After playing phone games with her drunk roomies I finally got to talk to her, it wasn't just her roomies that were drunk, she wasn't feeling any pain either. After asking what I was doing in town, she told me I should come over and join them. They were going out to a bar after getting primed at home.
When I knocked on the door Di answered it and greeted me with a large hug. After we released each other she looked at me and right away asked what was wrong. I told her that I had broken up with Tracy, immediately she leaned over and gave me a bigger hug and asked if I was OK. I said I was and she just continued to hold me.
So we partied for a while and went out to the bar. As this was a university bar I felt very old, but the scenery was nice. As the night went on I talked to some of her friends as we danced and walked through the bar, the whole time she was holding my hand. A few of her friends were asking questions about me and showing interest, but they seemed to lose interest when they found out I was 10 years their senior. Di and I joked about this and she said "so don't tell them your real age." To the next ones that asked I was 25, this seemed to work OK.
As the night continued on and we drank more an more I realized that Di was standing in front of me on the dance floor with her hand out as though I was suppose to give her something, but I didn't know what it was. So I asked what she wanted, she replied "your keys, you're too drunk to drive home." So I gave her my keys without an argument.
Usually when I visited Di I slept on the couch in the living room, this suited me fine as it was comfortable and long enough for me to lie down on. Near the end of the night it suddenly hit me, the couch was taken, as was all the floor space. I brought this up to her and she replied "Oh ya, you're sleeping with me tonight."
Now as close as we were we have never had anything sexual between us. Sure we used to wrestle around when we were younger, but when she started to develop and reach puberty we stopped this type of horsing around and just had witty banter back and forth. Every now and again I would catch a glimpse up her skirt, or down her top, enough so that I wondered if she was doing it on purpose. I didn't care, I liked the view she gave me. During family get together our eyes would constantly meet, and we would just look into each others eyes and smile at each other.
So as the night wound down at the bar we said our goodbyes to those that were still there, and headed back to her house. As we walked home arm in arm, we just talked, and got caught up, we had never really "hung out" before, at least not away from family functions. So we talked and it got quite personal, more personal than I really thought it would. Let's just say I learned a lot on that walk home.
We got back to her place and went in the back door so we didn't have to step over everyone, and went downstairs into her room and got ready for bed. I changed in her room and she changed in the bathroom. Normally I sleep in the nude but given the circumstances I decided to throw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, as she walked back into the room I was floored. I was already lying on the bed when she came in wearing a t-shirt and a pair of crocheted shorts that I could easily see right through. Now Di is about 5'3 and maybe 100 pounds on her worst day, with what I would've guessed to by 32A or small B breasts, and a beautiful ass, she was a dancer after all, just gorgeous in my eyes. It was all I could do to not say anything. She climbed into bed and we just lied there with our arms around each other talking away. Because her room is in the basement it gets very dark at night so we left a small light on. As we talked, her computer kept making annoying noises as people signed in and out of MSN so she crawled down to the end of the bed and signed herself out. As she did this I could see right up her shorts, and she made no attempt to hide or cover herself. So we lied there talking about anything and everything when I could hear sniffling. I asked her what was wrong and she said "nothing." I told her I didn't believe her, she again replied "nothing", this time getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom. When she came back in, I could see that she had been crying, so I pressed further. She just lied down next to me put my arm around her and cried some more. I thought to myself, "maybe there was something to all those glimpses and peeks the past few years, or maybe this is just making her really uncomfortable and find another place to crash."
