Grace and I had been friends for a long time. Always flirty but never quite acting on it. We would drunkenly cuddle together or play strip poker sometimes. But she was married (albeit polyamorous) and her husband was only cool with her hooking up with girls. I was trying not to be that guy anymore, but I was definitely walking the line.
One night we were in my apartment listening to music and playing trivia. It was summertime so that was the pretense we used for slowly removing clothing as we drank merrily and loudly. So there we were in our underwear, shooting the shit about nerd stuff (anime, scifi, hipster music, etc) when she sort of bluntly tells me that she and her husband are seperated – likely soon to be divorced. I was absolutely floored. After a couple of awkward shots she (once again, bluntly) asks if she can kiss me. “Uh, of fucking course you can,” was my response. Her lips were soft and wet, her breath hot. We’d been flirty before but never kissed, it felt nice.