They’d hung out with friends at bars on multiple occasions and recently moved onto hanging out and watching TV. Living in the same neighborhood made it real easy to meet up or share a ride somewhere. They were in the middle of bourbon and GoT’s night when he’d finally noticed her in a different light. Her red locks reflected the light in his living room in a different manner tonight. They were both comfortable with one another. If there demeanor didn’t give it away, the fact that they were in sweats and hoodies would definitely have . You could tell because they were laying on the sectional, he on the long end and her on the short with their heads right next to each other. This night he noticed more. Her hazel-green eyes, or light red hair. The smell of her perfume or body spray, whichever it was.
She caught him looking at her and picked her head up. “What?” She said.
“Nothing!” he said. He was trying to laugh on the embarrassment of being caught. Suddenly all the times they’d met in the complex’s hot tub and pool flooded him with images of her large breasts in a bikini and her hips and ass while walking around. It was at this moment, he remembered that he wasn’t wearing boxer-briefs under his sweats. And regretted letting his mind go down this rabbit hole.
The moment subsided and they poured another glass. It was early November and his first floor apartment stayed warm usually but it was pretty brisk today. He got up to turn the heat on and caught her eyes looking at his crotch and looked away almost immediately. He wasn’t hard anymore but their was still some blood pumping in his cock so that you could see the imprint in his sweats.
It was getting late and he asked if she just wanted to crash at his place rather than go back. He had no intentions of sharing a bed with her. He would just crash on his son’s bed as they weren’t there this evening. She agreed. Neither of them could walk a straight line at this point anyways. This was realized after all of the episodes and bourbon were done. He helped her up off the couch and they were instantly face to face. She hugged him right pressing her chest against him. So difficult to traverse this line with her. He let his hands rest on her lower back and she pecked his cheek. He wanted so much more. But at that moment, he backed off and got ready to walk her to his bed.
They’d both bedded down for the night and about fifteen minutes later, she texted him asking if he had another blanket. He got up and got a winter comforter from the closet and brought it to her. Even went so far as to spread it over her.
“I hope you don’t want a bed time story too.” He said. “I’m not the best with those.” He winked.
“No, moron, I do not need a bed time story. If this blanket doesn’t help, you better come spoon with me and keep me warm.” She replied.
The mere thought excited him. He could tell he was getting hard again. The excitement snd nerves were almost nauseating. Could she tell? Was she doing this on purpose? Hell, here goes nothing.
“Why not just skip to that?” He threw his arms in the air.
She pulled the covers in the opposite side of the bed back and patted the bed. At first sarcastically he climbed in and out his back to hers.
“This is not spooning.” She laughed.
I rolled over but kept my hips from pressing against hers. Within minutes they were out cold.
Part two is in progress! Lemme know what ya think!
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/j084kx/more_than_friends
Sounds like a true story.