My friend, Juli, and I were getting together to watch a movie at my place one Saturday night...nothing out-of-the-ordinary for us.
Jools, as I often called her, and I had met at work, became friends, and after a while started doing a few things outside of the office...having a lunch together, going to the gym together, biking a trail--those sorts of things.
Although I had an on-again/off-again girlfriend at the time, my friends figured Juli was probably the new girl in my life when we started spending time together...and I neither confirmed nor denied what they were thinking.
Juli was a cute brunette with a nice figure. She had a bright and friendly personality--people liked her immediately. She also had a slightly raspy voice that made everything she said sound sexy.
Privately, my buddies commented to me about what a great ass she had.
They were right about Juli's ass but what they didn't know--and I didn't make clear--was that Juli and I weren't in a sexual relationship. We were just friends.
Juli was six years younger than me--a sophomore in college who picked up a part-time job where I worked. We often worked together and, maybe because of that, Jools and I fell into a kind of big brother/little sister relationship...which was good because, as I said, I was still in another relationship.
Kind of.
Let's say I was in the waning days of that relationship even if I didn't know it yet.
My girlfriend, Melissa, had been in my life for about three years by then and was putting pressure on me to propose.
Maybe it was time to do that but, for over a year, I had sensed an unfriendly undercurrent toward me in our relationship.
Call it a very controlled rejection of how I lived life...which was low key and casual.
I had a feeling that Melissa was going to "take charge" and "whip me into shape" the moment we were married--domesticate me--so I wasn't sure I wanted to marry her.
Frankly, the only time Melissa ever seemed to completely relax with me was during sex.
We fucked each other great!
We both had high sex drives and seemed to be made to please each other...but as soon as Melissa started to come down after a few orgasms, it was back to business till she felt horny again.
And maybe I'm just quibbling here but it also drove me a little crazy that she had probably a few dozen nude pictures of me but I was never allowed to take any pictures of her.
She worked in a government job and said something like that could ruin her career.
Melissa was gorgeous, too: a 5'9" leggy woman with sandy blonde hair and 40DD tits.
She knew the power she had over men because of her appearance and, I think, used it on occasion, too, to get what she wanted...whatever that might be.
Did she fuck around on me? I wasn't sure...but I wouldn't have put it past her.
By then, however, Melissa and I weren't hooking up as often as we used to. Not even on weekends.
She blamed work but I suspected she was getting together with another guy and it was probably only a matter of time before she moved on from me.
So Juli came along at a great time and she was so pleasantly different from Melissa.
Jools could even be under-confident sometimes...which I found refreshing after Melissa.
During one particular conversation, she even made some gentle, disparaging remarks about having small boobs.
Well, Juli did have small boobs--or so it appeared. They certainly weren't the 40DD hangers I had been used to playing with for a while now but, as I said to Juli, "all boobs are beautiful, Jools."
I meant that, too.
Juli seemed to appreciate what I said but she didn't say anything in return...and our platonic friendship went on.
What we did share, probably more than anything else, was laughter. Juli and I could make each other laugh...and laugh hard!
We also were good at playing therapists for each other: Juli would let me vent about Melissa and I would listen to her talk about some guy she had her eye on, only to have the bum break her heart somehow, usually two or three weeks later.
Regarding these dead-end relationships, we both said to each other, "You deserve better."
What began building up from all these conversations was a feeling of trust between Juli and me...along with some understanding of our emotional and intimate desires.
We eventually started giving each other friendly hugs now and then...playful pokes at a line in a conversation...I even gave Jools a pat on the ass once but, for as comfortable as we were with each another, the closest we got to sleeping together was one evening when Juli fell asleep, snuggled up against me, while we were watching TV at my place.
I let her sleep and didn't take advantage of the moment in any way.
Was I getting horny for Jools?
Yeah, more and more.
I still generally acted as her big brother and protector and confidant but I also began occasionally thinking about Juli when I masturbated, usually in the shower.
I wondered how she might be thinking about me.
Finally, after almost a year like this, we had our first intimate night together.
I picked up Jools and brought her back to my place with plans to watch a movie together...a horror movie, no less.
Juli had a love/hate relationship with horror movies but, for whatever her reasons, she was in the mood for one that night.
It was a particularly hot summer evening and my window air conditioner wasn't doing much to cool the living room down.
Because it was so damn hot, Juli and I weren't wearing much--both of us in just a tee shirt and shorts...and whatever we had on underneath. For me, that was just a pair of cotton boxer briefs.
I was popping popcorn in my kitchenette and Juli was returning from the living room after setting out cold drinks for us. When Juli walked back into the kitchenette, she surprised me by asking, "Would you mind if I took off my bra?"
As if the summer heat and having Juli alone at my place wasn't already enough, now the thought of Juli stripping off her bra was waking up my cock for sure.
"It's just so hot," she added, her raspy voice sounding more fatigued by the heat than flirty. She waited for my reply.
As aroused as I was feeling, I endeavored to respond in a calm and collected manner. "Whatever makes you feel comfortable, Jools."
Right in front of me, Juli pulled her arms inside her tee shirt and, without ever revealing a flash of skin, yanked her bra out from beneath her top and draped it over the back of a chair in my kitchenette.
"You are so lucky you don't have to always wear a bra," she said, sounding relieved to be out of hers.
I couldn't help it--I looked right at her tits, hoping to see something beneath the cotton shirt...and Juli caught me looking there, too, but neither of us said anything.
Juli grabbed napkins and walked back to the living room. I followed her, carrying a bowl of popcorn.
We sat down on the floor, our backs against my sofa, facing the TV and I got the movie started. We set the popcorn between us, we both took a handful and began munching.
