Chris and Sarah had an undeniable sexual chemistry. Their connection was also more than purely physical. They were also friends-very close friends.
Sarah had moved away a few months ago, but was back in town for a quick weekend visit with her family. However, she'd spent most of her time with Chris. All weekend their talks were overtly sexual, and their flirtations had grown from knowing looks, to holding hands and lingering touches, and it was all leading up to tonight.
Sarah knocked on Chris's door and waited anxiously for him to answer. Sarah was a 5'6" 19-year-old university student with straight dark brown hair that fell just longer than shoulder length. She was a little over weight with large breasts, a dark, clear complexion, big brown eyes and glasses. Tonight, she was wearing black boots that zipped up past her ankles giving her an additional two or three inches in height, dark denim jeans that made her long legs look longer, and a soft snow white, low-cut chenille sweater.
She was a little bit nervous, but more than that she was excited. They hadn't made any finite plans for anything to happen tonight, but they both knew what was going to happen. They always knew. They had been doing this dance almost since they first met more than two years ago.
Chris answered the door and flashed a (not-so-) innocent smile that lit up his entire face, especially his chocolate brown eyes. He was dressed comfortably in tan khakis and his favourite button-up "tree-planting" shirt over a tight white t-shirt. Chris, who was a year younger than Sarah, was about 6 feet tall with a medium build and olive skin tones that made it look like he had a natural year-round tan. He had the cutest soft, feathery brown hair that looked great against his dark skin and brown eyes.
"Hey," he said and ushered her inside. "Hey, yourself," she replied and brushed her hand softly over his harm as she followed him downstairs. He flicked the TV on and sat down on his bed, the only piece of furniture in his room.
"Come sit," Chris said and patted the empty space next to him on his bed and shuffled himself under his duvet, making himself more comfortable.
Sarah lay down beside him and they flicked between shows on TV under the pretense that they might actually watch them, while a thick sexual tension quickly escalated. Legs and bodies slowly shifted closer together, touching, almost rubbing together unspoken under the duvet. Their conversation was light, forced, and distracted. Neither one was quite sure how to initiate the inevitable. As was usual for Chris and Sarah, their conversation quickly turned sexual.
"So have you written any new stories lately?" Chris asked, referring to the couple of stories that she had written, and shared with him.