Warning: Long post. Scroll down to the XXXXXXXX to get to the sex.
This is us. We’d been best friends for the past 10 years. I always knew that there was something between us, but never did we do anything about it until tonight. It was always the wrong time. I was always in relationships when you’d been broken up, and you’d be in relationships when I’d broken up.
But not this time. I knew you were having a hard time getting over your last ex. You called me up from the bar, asking for a bit of company. I was at a house party with acquaintances. I’d always been a bit of an introvert, and I don’t do too well with larger crowds, so I left to join you.
“Come quick,” you said. “Or I’d be getting drunk on my own.”
“I’ll be there in 20.”
You were dressed in that tight-ish pink polka dot sundress, and already half a pint in when I’d arrived. Remember that hilariously oversized Hoegaarden pint glass? You could grow a potato in one of those.
“I’m already a bit tipsy.”
“I’ll catch up.”