Until tomorrow, she would be my best friend's girlfriend. And until tonight, I would be a virgin.
Yesterday had gone swimmingly, with a long drive up to my mom's house to pick up my dress uniform. In fact, I think I scored some brownie points when I asked if she wanted to take the long way back to Tucson. We talked almost the entire way, although I was hoping she would want to pull off the side of the road somewhere and make out. She was my best friend's girlfriend and I didn't care. At the end of that night after much talking, we stopped by her apartment and picked up a movie that I had to watch for a class of mine; Shakespeare in Love. We sat on my loveseat, watching that movie and having a little idle chit-chat. I told her that I loved to cook, and would love to have her over for dinner at some point. She suggested the very next day, and I was happy with that because I was planning on fixing some bourbon chicken. At the end of the night, after a whole lot of nothing had happened, I walked her out to her car. I leaned in to give her a kiss goodnight, carefully keeping my raging erection away from her. I didn't want to frighten her away.
I guess I didn't frighten her away, because there she is sitting across from me, sharing my dinner with me. My apartment is small, cramped actually, and it is still messy from me moving in. But there she sits in a light blue crop top which sags just a bit on her frame, so that when she leans forward to take a bite, I can see down her shirt. I can see her blue satin bra nicely cupping her petite breasts. Just being able to see the flesh of her breasts makes me want her enough that my cock begins to grow hard as I'm eating. We have idle discussion through dinner – I'm not sure she knew how turned on I was the whole time or how hard my cock had gotten. Any time I would shift positions while eating, my cock would throb in my shorts, tugging to be released from its cloth prison, so I tried to keep still as much as possible while we talked. After we finished eating, we sat and talked for a while more which allowed my rock solid cock to relax to the point where I felt comfortable standing up. Even then, I could still feel my dick making a bulge in the front of my shorts.
Not wanting to give my arousal away too easily, I gathered up all of our dishes with the intention of doing them immediately. But as I was moving around, my cock relaxed a little bit more, so I decided to take care of dishes later. I was full and happy, so I sat down in my easy chair and she sat down on the loveseat. There was nothing good on TV, so I put on a little music while we talked, to provide a little background noise. As U2's greatest hits started rockin' away, we were having more and more trouble thinking of safe topics to discuss. She was leaning on the arm of the loveseat closest to me allowing me to see her blue bra again, and I felt my cock growing again. Trying not to be cheesy, I asked if she wanted to move my coffee table out of the way and dance right there on my living room floor. She surprised me when she agreed to it, but I was hoping that this night would lead somewhere. So we started dancing to U2's With or Without You. Her body felt delicious pressed up against me, and I had long since stopped caring that she could more than likely feel my boner pressed up against her belly.
We kept on dancing through song after song with me skipping the faster ones so we could remain closer together. We kept dancing while we caressed each other's back and neck. Every so often I would allow my hands to drop and give a light caress to the curve of her ass, which she didn't object to. Each time I did this, I would get a little bit braver, and my cock would begin throbbing again in my shorts. I actually felt the head of my dick poking underneath the elastic band of my underwear – hoping that she would take my dick in her hands and massage it's bulging head with her mouth. As we danced there in the living room of my matchbox sized apartment, all I could think was that I was holding this wonderful woman in my arms, and that I would be a fool not to act on this opportunity. Her scent filled up my nose, and her body filled up my arms. I wanted to do something to fill her up with me.
"What would you do if I kissed you?" I asked.