I hadn't seen Amanda in seven months, since I was reassigned, but a month ago she had gotten sent to an office six hours north of mine. Since my office and her office were both in the boonies, and there happened to be a major city between us, we finally managed to schedule a time to get together and paint the town various hues of crimson.
We'd been friends for about a year, and it hadn't taken long for us to become the kind of close where we were perfectly comfortable with dirty jokes and sharing stories of our sexual escapades and our depraved fantasies. We were both in relationships at the time, and it was nothing more than a friendship, but now we were both single.
We planned to split a hotel room on a purely platonic basis, given that by sharing we could get a nicer room than either of us could alone, and neither of us were into casual hookups. Now we were a bit drunk, a bit lonely, and... she'd grown her hair out since I'd last seen her, and she was wearing a cute little black dress, and more makeup than usual, and... well... she was leaning drunkenly against me, and both our hands had started to wander.
We got back to the hotel room, and she laughed at me as I struggled to get the key in the door. She gave me a poke in the ribs that somehow turned into more of a caress, her palm resting almost possessively on my stomach.
"I didn't have you pegged for the kind of guy who had trouble finding a hole." I waggled my eyebrows suggestively as I finally slid the card in the slot and popped the door open.
"Oh, I know my way around a hole... some of them just need a little convincing."
She laughed again, and followed me into the room. "You know, you weren't a very good wingman tonight. I think you scared everyone away."
