I had worked at the local drug store for about two years since dropping out of college. I had made the common mistake of focusing on beer and girls rather than my studies. Still living at with the folks at 21 and working a crappy job didn't exactly make me popular with the ladies back home. I hadn't had a steady girlfriend since high school and only a few quick flings since then. I had hit a dry spell as of late and was beginning to think that I would never get laid again. That was when they hired the new girl.
Heather was six months younger than I was. She stood about 5'8, taller than the girls I usually go for. She had long, dark-brown hair with faint, dark-blonde streaks. It stopped just above her ass. Heather had a slim figure, about 115 pounds. She accentuated this often by wearing short sleeved, v-neck shirts that rode just above her belly button and showed just a hint of cleavage. She had small breasts but always wore a bra that exaggerated her true bust size. It seemed like she was always dressed in tight, low-cut jeans. They framed her small but perfectly formed ass. Heather really was quite beautiful. She had one of the prettiest faces I had ever seen. It was slim like the rest of her shapes, with high cheekbones, a small chin and a cute little button nose. Her eyes were by far her most striking features. They were the deepest shade of brown that almost made them look black. She had a glare that would send shivers down your spine. It seemed like she was looking right into you.
It took a while before we warmed up to one another. She later told me that when we first met she thought I was mean looking and was afraid to talk to me. I told her that I had the impression she was a bitch. I guess working a dead-end job can make you come across that way to other people. We always worked the late shift together, and after a few months, became friends. As it turned out, I wasn't the mean guy she though I was and she was rather sweet as well. When it was near closing time we would go out back and grab a quick smoke and chat for a few minutes. After work we sometimes went to the tavern across the street from the store to have a few beers and shoot some pool. It was on one of these occasions that we became closer than I had ever thought we would.
It had been quite a rough night at work. Bitchy customers and long hours made us eager to blow off some steam. We took her car to the bar for another night of drinks and pool. It was out of the ordinary, but we ended up staying until last call. We both had quite a buzz so I left my car at the bar and drove hers to my place. She said she wasn't comfortable driving home in her present state so I invited her inside. My parents were out of town for the week so I cranked up the stereo and grabbed a couple of beers out of the fridge. We sang along to the music and chatted for a little while before we decided to watch a movie. We went to my room and I popped in a tape. We crawled up into my lofted bed and lay across it as we watched the tape. About a half-hour later we both nodded off.
When I awoke, I had to squint to see the television as it was so bright and the room was dark. The credits rolled in the movie we had fallen asleep to. We must have been out for about an hour or so. I grabbed the remote, turned off the television, moved my pillow to the head of the bed and laid my head down to go to sleep for the night. To my surprise, she too awoke and crawled up beside me. I was lying on my right side and she was facing me. I pulled the comforter over both of us and fell asleep once again. I soon woke up once again and found that she had moved even closer to me and our bodies were now pressed up against each other. I slid my arm under her head and rolled onto my back. She put her forehead in the crook of my neck, slid closer, laid her right arm across me and crossed her right leg over mine. She seemed to be shivering so I moved my right hand to her back and began rubbing it.
We lay like that for a while, just enjoying the warmth of our combined body heat. She was wearing a rather thin blouse and I could feel the clasp of her bra through the light material. She began rubbing my shoulder. I took this as a signal to get closer and rolled on my side once again to face her. I place my left hand on the small of her back. Her shirt had ridden up and I had my hand on bare skin. Something about this touch sent a charge through my body and I could feel myself starting to get hard. I started to run my hand slowly on the small of her back, slightly up her shirt, to her waist and back again. She reciprocated by rubbing my shoulder even more, then sliding it down my arm and up the sleeve of my T-shirt to feel my muscled shoulder. I let my hand roam down towards her ass, feeling the top of her pants and finally pushing down the back of them. She was wearing a satin thong, which only served to heighten my arousal.
