I'd had a crush on Sarah for ages now, well it felt like ages, but it was probably only about 6 months.
Sarah was my roommate's best friend and every couple of months she would have a bit of a need to come and stay with us. I didn't mind, I mostly avoided chatting to her and just admired her long blonde hair, cute face, petite figure and perky little tits each time we would pass in the hallway or meet in the kitchen.
I was 28 years old and single, and there was something about her being 5 years younger than me that turned me on. The idea of us being together for one night would instantly make me hard. She made it pretty clear on many occasions that she wasn't interested in me though. We would flirt for a little bit, then she would realise what was happening and make some comment about how I was totally gross.
Having said that, as the visits went on the flirting grew. One time she yelled down the hall to my roommate,
"Hey Jen, I think my bra smells. Could you check it for me?"
"Sorry, I'm busy, can you come here with it?" Jen hollered back.
Sarah walked to the door of her room, with me just down the hall. I saw her standing there in nothing but a tiny pair of panties, one hand covering her breasts and the other holding a bra.
"Would you mind turning away?" said to me with a snarl.
"Um, no, I live here, I'll look where I want". I said with a wry smile.