Since I moved to Miami a few years ago, my birthday hasn't really been a big event.
Actually in the three years that I have lived here, I have yet to even go out on my birthday. Whether it has been because I was working, or just never made plans, I typically did not have the pleasure of celebrating my birthday with friends.
That was until my friend Kelly gave me a call this year. She informed me that her husband Jim was out of town visiting his parents in North Dakota. She said that since she was home alone she was taking it upon herself to make sure I have something to do on my birthday this year.
Kelly and I have known one another for about two years. We first met as co-workers for a software development company. While working together, our friendship grew and we became rather close. It seemed like at every company event we would typically hang out together and talk to pass the time.
However, our friendship has gotten stronger over the past year, mainly because the company we worked for closed without any notice. On the day that we found out about the closing it hit both of us pretty hard.
We decided to head back to Kelly's house, where I had a chance to meet Jim. The three of us hung out talking for a while, and ever since the three of us have been good friends.
I was actually surprised that Kelly even remembered my birthday. I think the only time I even mentioned the date was at our company holiday party the previous year.
No matter, I was happy that she remembered the date, since it was an excuse for the two of us to hang out.
From the first day that I met Kelly I had a major crush on her. While not exactly the model type, there was just something about her that I found very attractive.
She has beautiful green eyes, light brown hair, a great smile and speaks with a slight Southern accent, which I have loved since the first time I ever heard it. She stands about 5-foot-6, and she's very fit.
I know she doesn't go to the gym to workout, but she does exercise at home every day. Her tits are just about perfect, about a 32B, but not nearly as perfect as her ass.
Bottom line, I thought she was perfect. Unfortunately for this single guy, she was a happily married woman, of which she has reminded me of on several occasions.
When Kelly and I spoke about my birthday dinner, she decided we would go to a nice Italian restaurant. After all, I am Italian so she couldn't go wrong with that choice.
I told her that I would pick her up and I would drive us to the restaurant, which she agreed to. I jokingly asked if this was an official date. She got a good chuckle out of that, and let it slide with just a little laugh.
When I got to Kelly's house, I was pleasantly surprised. We had decided on casual dress, but I got something that I wasn't expecting.
Kelly came out in a pair of short shorts, and a button down shirt, which was only half buttoned. I guess having a birthday in the summer has some advantages.
Despite having on a half-buttoned shirt, Kelly did a good job of keeping covered up. Being that I think she is very attractive, my eyes like to wander when I am around her. On a couple occasions I was able to get a glimpse of her white lace bra, but while we were at dinner the best view was of her awesome legs. I am positive that she caught me staring at her legs because she commented on it.
"Do you like what you see there," she asked.
"Of course I do," I replied.
With that answer I got a wink and a smile. As much as I wanted something to happen right there in the restaurant I knew that nothing would or could. No matter what, I didn't want to screw up the great friendship the two of us had.
I decided to sit back and enjoy the conversation, the food and the view. We passed on ordering dessert since Kelly informed me that she baked me a cake.
After a couple hours at dinner, we headed back to Kelly's house. Upon arriving, we both decided that we would wait a little while before eating cake. Since my birthday fell on a Friday and neither one of us needed to be at work the following day, we both decided that this could be a rather late night.