As I knocked on the door of Denise and John's apartment, I wondered what it was like inside. I had been out with them both many times, but this was the first time I had been invited over. They were two of my closest friends, especially since my divorce a year ago. Denise was beautiful black woman that worked with me at work, and she had sensed that I needed to get out more. So she invited me to happy hour with her and John, and it had become a regular thing with us. Her husband, John, was a great guy, and we shared a lot of the same interests outside of work, especially our love of basketball. Denise said I was doing her a favor when we started going to the games together, since she no longer had to! Over the course of a year, we had all become pretty tight, but I guess there had just been no occasion to invite me to their place until tonight, Denise's birthday.
When Denise answered the door, I forgot all about what the apartment looked like. I'm sure my mouth dropped open as I stammered out "Hi, Denise". She smiled, as she said "Not what I usually wear to work, or out to the clubs, is it?" Usually Denise dressed somewhat conservatively, since that is what the people at work seemed to want. Her hair was usually pulled back, and she looked all business. But tonight! She was wearing a loosely woven linen dress of white which made her dark skin look even more beautiful than usual, and which let me see right through. It was obvious that she wore no bra, and I appreciatively ran my eyes over her breasts, and their small, dark brown nipples. As she watched me looking, they began to stiffen, which made me want to look even more. Running my eyes lower, I saw she was wearing very skimpy panties in a sort of light peach color which drew my eye, but didn't clash at all with the dress.
"Uh, uh, happy birthday, Denise, before I forget." I managed to get out, "Where's John?"
"He'll be along later, he got held up at work. Would you like a drink?" she asked. I certainly could use something to calm myself down, I thought, so I said yes. When she turned to go the bar, I saw that the panties had a thong back, and I got a very good view of her ass, something I had been imagining at work, but never expected to see. I hurried to the couch to sit down, and I knew that I was going to be spending most of the night trying to think of baseball statistics and programming problems from work to keep from getting a hard-on for Denise while John was right there.
Denise brought my drink and sat across from me. We talked about work for awhile, and what John was up to, the usual stuff. We had a second drink, and while we were drinking it, Denise asked me if I'd like to hear some music. She got up and put on a tape. I'm not sure who it was, Teddy Pendergass or Luther Vandross, but whoever it was, she sure liked them. She began to dance sinuously to the music while standing at the tape deck. Then she turned to me and said "wanna dance?"
I couldn't refuse. I got up from the couch, and held onto her the way I danced with someone I just met - tight enough to dance, but loose enough so they don't feel like I'm groping, you know? Denise had other ideas, however. She leaned close to my ear and said "No, no! This isn't polite music, this is make out music! You gotta grab my ass and pull me close!". Not knowing what else to do, I put one hand on her ass and pulled her as close as I dared. I was definitely getting as hard-on now, so I tried not to bump it into her where it would be obvious, keeping sort of one leg to the side. We danced that way for a few minutes, her head pressed into my shoulder. Her nipples felt as hard as marbles pressed against my chest, and every time I felt the fabric move over them, the would stiffen even more. I was beginning to sweat, not from the heat, but from wondering what my friend John would say when he walked in on his obviously aroused wife and me with a ragingly stiff cock.
Denise whispered in my ear, "do you like the way I'm dressed?" I was about to reply when I felt her hand on my cock through my jeans. "I see that you do, " she smiled, "quite a lot!". "Denise, what about John?" I sputtered, "what if John comes home?" I sure wanted her in the worst way, but I needed their friendship just as much and I didn't want to ruin it.
"Relax, " she purred, "this is a part of my birthday present from John. He knows about it. As a matter of fact, when I told John about it, he was happy that it was you I wanted to include. You're one of his best friends, and he knows you won't blab it all over town. So if you're okay with it, everything will work out."
"In that case, I'm definitely okay with it" I said, "I've wanted to make love to a black woman for the longest time, but you were the only one I knew well enough, and you're married. And I've got to tell you now, that your ass is better looking than the thousand times I've imagined it when you walk by at work.". As I said it, I ran both hands in a long slow caress over her ass cheeks through the dress. We moved back to the couch, this time Denise sitting next to me. As she kissed me, I ran my hand up to her breast and squeezed the nipple, causing a low moan in her throat. Then I ran my hand up her thigh, under the dress, and gently rubbed over her pubic mound through the panties. I wasn't surprised to find the fabric wet with moisture, so I slid my finger along her slit, making sure the edge of my hand between my thumb and forefinger pressed up against her clit. She ground her pussy into my hand, and I knew she was very aroused. I was looking forward to slowly undressing her, kissing her here and there, when I got my next surprise.
