In university I had a lot of female friends, but in my mind the gulf between friendship and romantic partner was miles apart, and I honestly didn’t think of my friends that way. Steph was a good friend of mine. She had long dark hair, smooth alabaster pale skin, dark eyes, and soft round face. She was a little shorter than me, thin without being skinny, and wore loose fitting clothes. Though she was lean, she was very proud of her tits, which were at least an F. We had gotten to know each other through campus clubs, and hung out a lot at the campus bar with friends or on our own.
After a bad breakup, we spent more time together. One night we were walking around town, doing whatever dumb errands we had to do, and ended up stopping at the supermarket by her house to pick up some groceries. She asked me to help bring the groceries back to her place, and of course I after I helped her get stuff put away I got ready to leave.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”
“No, I’m pretty tired”