My fiancé’s best friend Gaz (an absolute horndog and class clown) has always been very flirty with me. When we were in our last year of uni, my fiancé and I moved in together and Gaz was a frequent visitor to our flat. We’d partied together lots through the years and seen each other in very drunken states, so we were pretty comfortable around each other.
It’s this level of comfort with each other which explains why, on this one Saturday morning, Gaz arrived at our flat – ready to go play football with my fiancé – and walked straight into our bedroom without any concern for my privacy. (Quick description of me: Blonde, girl-next-door pretty, 5ft 4, big DD boobs, curvy but not heavy, my fiancé and ex-boyfriends have said I have a very cute butt, but it’s literally behind me so I don’t know for sure.)
My fiancé had opened the flat door to Gaz and I could hear Gaz ask “Hey man, how goes it? And where the fuck is Amy?”. Upon being told I was still in bed, Gaz launched into the bedroom at speed and jumped on to the bed. I laughed and screamed out of surprise as he shouted “come on you lazy bitch, time to get up, no time to be hungover” and he started playfully wrestling me.