This was years ago, but still a fond memory. Please pardon the formatting; I’m typing this on my phone. Sexy times will be after asterisks.
The party had died down, and most of our guests had left the apartment, except for my roommates’ dates and a couple other stragglers. One of them was a girl I had a huge crush on in high school, but never had the grapes to actually act on, even though I felt we had chemistry. She had fallen asleep in an armchair in the corner, with her jacket over her legs like a blanket.
When the last of our guests were leaving, I woke her up to see if she wanted a ride home, but secretly wanted her to stay. I never could shake the crush I had, and she was so beautiful. She asked if she could sleep there, because she was too tired to drive and didn’t want to leave her car at the apartment… Score one for me.