As I stepped out of the shower, I heard a knock on the apartment door. I slipped on a pair of jeans and keep towel-drying my hair as I headed to the door. My roommate was away for the weekend, so I wasn’t worried about running into him as I walked through the living room half-naked. I draped the towel over my shoulders and looked through the peephole.
Outside, a tall, slender blonde was looking around impatiently. Her short hair framed her pale face, and her deep blue eyes were scanning the parking lot for signs of life. I opened the door. “You’re early,” I said.
She just rolled her eyes at me and walked in. Typical Sara. We’d been friends for three years, since she was a freshman, and she always had a way of brushing you off without offending you. As she walked by, I took a glance at her. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt, probably her boyfriend’s, over a pair of polyester warm-up pants. She’d just come from her dance rehearsal, and it looked like she’d simply changed from her leotard and come over. I noticed that her hair was slightly damp, probably from sweat. She passed me and I stole a glance at one of the most perfect asses I’d ever seen. She may be my best friend, I though, but I can steal a look every now and then.
She dropped her bag on the floor and I noticed that her breasts, braless, bounced a little under the shirt. In the light from the nearby kitchen, her nipples were barely visible under the material.
She looked at me. “I see we’ve chosen casual wear this evening,” she said, referring to my shirtlessness.
I snapped my towel at her, making her dance away, causing her breasts to sway slightly. “Like I said, you’re early. I just got out of the shower,” I said.
Sara kept staring at me, and I noticed her eyes roaming across my exposed chest. “I have to say, Rich, that things certainly look . . . different around here.”
She was right. Since the last time she’d seen me shirtless, I had changed dramatically. Although I’d always had muscle, the last of my baby fat had finally dissolved, leaving my muscles well defined. Sara and I had dated briefly when we first me, and during that time and the ensuing year, I’d never been anything spectacular. It had been six months since I’d even seen her, though, and that had been plenty of time for my physique to catch up with the mild (and most assuredly final) growth spurt I’d been having.
“You look nice. Hotness is a good look for you.”
I smiled a little at that and blushed. Even though we’d broken up over two years ago, her opinions still mattered more than anyone else’s did. She was, after all, a very attractive girl with a dancer’s legs and a model’s body. I wasn’t self-conscious around her, though. When you’ve looked down at a girl who’s holding her breasts and moaning “Harder,” it’s hard to be embarrassed about anything. That’s probably why we grew to be such friends after the relationship ended.
“You’re gonna sleep on the couch, okay?” I said with a smile.
