My time at home was coming to an end. I was 2 nights away from flying to Europe to start a new life. A friend and I who spent the better part of our friendship together wanted to hang out one last time before a lot would change.
My friend, Serena, came over and stayed the night. We were best friends and never thought of each other in any other way. Except, that wasn't true. What unfolded that night was what we really felt.
Before I get into it, Serena is moderately fair (more brown than fair), 5'3, with soft looking, thin lips, fairly decent curves but deliciously voluptuous breasts. Meanwhile, I on the other hand, am only a decent looking guy, no more than a couple inches taller with an average build.
We were watching One Tree Hill and it was one of the happier, romantic episodes. It was cute, funny, and "feel-good," and we were holding hands. However, that was completely normal. Our friendship was always platonic. But then, things started to happen.
While holding hands, our thumbs slowly started moving against the side of each other's palms. Then, her hand was on my thigh for a while but that was it. Then suddenly, I realised I was breathing very heavily and I could tell she was looking at me. I tried to slow it down to not give her any wrong idea, but she suddenly moved her hand into my crotch. And because I was wearing sweatpants, it felt so so so good. We slowly looked at each other, and tried to hold back for a bit. Then we decided, nah, what the hell. And slowly, our lips met.
"I'm sorry," she said, pursing her lips.
"I don't know what I was thinking."
I looked her in the eyes and said, "I'm not."
She looked a bit puzzled.