Chris and I had been friends for years, I had never thought of him as anything more until three weeks ago. When a group of us had hit the clubs in town, most of the group had found someone for the night except Chris and me, so whilst the others were grinding against people on the dance floor, we spent the night propping up the bar getting very hammered.
In the taxi on the way home, Chris was rambling the way people do when they're drunk, but through the ramblings one or two things started to make sense.
"God I need sex tonight! I don't know why I didn't pull I usually have no problem."
This was true, he never went home from a club alone, he may not be the most stunning man on the planet but there is something in his emerald eyes that makes woman weak at the knees, he is one of the most egotistical men I know but woman love him.
"Tell me about it. Do you know how long I've been without a bloke?" is said as I tried to keep his blurry face in focus.
"Yes I know you keep going on about it. I know what happened tonight. It was you, they thought we were together."
"More then likely."
The taxi outside his place, he paid the driver and instead of telling him to take me back to my place, he grabbed my hand and dragged me out before I could protest he smiled at me, I saw the glint in his eye which told me all I needed to know. As soon as he got me into his bedroom he pulled me close to him and lent down to kissed me, although the booze flowed though our bodies neither of us was in a rush. Our mouths explored each others passionately his tongue pushed past my lips exploring inside. With our lips locked together Chris's hand let go of my body as he moved it up to the soft spot on my neck applying just enough pressure to send a wave of delight through me, making my nipples stiffen with need. Instead of going to the zip of my dress like most men would have done, he moved his hand slowly over my collarbone thrilling my skin with every caress to my covered breast where he's skilled hands squeezed them powerfully making the sensation course down to between by legs. Making me wish he would hurry down there. I could feel his cock strain in his trousers against my stomach. My hand moved intuitively to free it from its imprisonment but he took my hand in his holding it between us. I pulled my lips from his. Why didn't he want me to touch him? He seemed to read my thoughts and answered my quizzical eyes with two words "not yet".