You decide to let loose

It's been a little while since you've all seen each other, so you make small talk and get caught up with everyone. Your boys are all doing well, as is Marissa, but it turns out Lauren has just recently broken up with her boyfriend and is in the mood to "celebrate her new-found freedom". It isn't long before she starts ordering shots for the group and you can see things can get out of control pretty quickly tonight if this keeps up. You figure you've got nothing to do tomorrow and you don't have to worry about driving home so you're ordering the second round of shots before the first is even delivered. The night wears on with you all laughing, drinking, reminiscing, and sharing stories when, before you know it, "Last call!" is announced. As a group, you all decide it's probably best to call it a night and you down the rest of your drink. Pulling out your phone, you start to pull up the Uber app when Marissa comes up to you.

"Why don't I just bring you home? It's not that far out of the way for me." she says to you.

You thank her for the offer and say goodbye to the rest of your friends. Once in the car, the quiet gives you a chance to talk to Marissa a little more.

"You were kinda quiet tonight, Marissa. Everything OK?" you ask her.

"Oh yeah, everything's fine" she tells you. "Sometimes it's just easier to sit back and listen to the conversations when Lauren is going on like she was tonight."

You laugh out "Yeah, she does like to be the center of attention, doesn't she?"

The two of you continue talking the rest of the car ride to your place and you keep catching yourself staring at Marissa, thinking how good she looks. "Maybe it's this buzz I've got going" you think to yourself. Before you have much more time to think about it though, you've reached your place. "Well, thanks for the ride Marissa, I owe you one."

"No worries David, but do you mind if I come in and use your bathroom quick? I've got another 15 minutes before I get home."

"Yeah, of course! Come in!"

Unlocking the door, you let Marissa in first and watch as she makes her way down your hallway to the bathroom, staring at the shape of her thick ass bouncing away. The drinking tonight has definitely gotten you horny and the site sends blood to your loins, making it swell and push against your pants as you picture bending her over and doing her from behind. "She always gets embarrassed when we talk about sex." you think to yourself. "I wonder if she's just as uptight in bed, or if she lets loose and gets kinky. Mmmmm, I'd love to make her scream … pull on her hair and slap that plump, ass. I bet she gets wild. I bet she's got a big, 12" dildo in her nightstand that she wants to get home to so she can fuck herself silly." You hear the toilet flush and decide you want to find out the answers to your questions tonight. Moving down the hallway, you casually lean against the wall near the bathroom so that Marissa would have to step around you to get to the front door. When she exits the bathroom, you stand up and approach her, moving in to embrace her in a hug. "Thanks again for driving me home, Marissa." She returns your hug at first, but begins to stiffen slightly as your hug lingers and you begin rubbing her back. You're close enough to her that the bulge in your pants is brushing against her and you wonder if she notices. "You've always been such a good friend" you tell her.

"Like I said David, no worries. We're friends. That's what friends do." She says, gently pushing away from your embrace.

You release your hug but slide your hands onto her shoulders, keeping her within arm's length. Looking her in the eyes, you brush a strand of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "You're a very pretty woman, Marissa. I've never understood why you hide yourself under all these baggy clothes."

Clearly becoming uncomfortable, Marissa looks down, averting your eyes. "I'm comfortable in these clothes" she mumbles. "What, you think I should show off my boobs to everyone, like Lauren does? You think I should dress like a slut?!" She asks accusingly. "I can't pull those clothes off. They aren't made to fit my body. Besides, who's going to be looking at me with her around anyway?"

Nudging her chin up with your hand, you look her in the eyes again. "I'm looking at your now, Marissa. I don't think think you should dress like a slut, that's not who you are. I'm just saying you shouldn't hide yourself.". You begin to slide her open cardigan off her shoulders and down her arms letting it fall to the floor, leaving Marissa standing there in her jeans and tight, purple, t-shirt. The shape of her breasts pull against the fabric, forming stretch marks across the front. Her waist tapers down before small love handles peek over the waistband of her jeans. "This is what I mean, Marissa" you say in a soothing voice. "You have beautiful curves" you tell her as you slide your hands down her waist and let them rest on her wide hips, closing the distance between the two of you as you do so.

A nervous laugh escapes her lips. "Well, thanks I guess, David, but it's getting late. I should probably get going home." She tells you as she moves to pick up her sweater from the ground. Her sweater has fallen behind her, forcing her to turn around and bend over to pick it up.

You let your hands slide around her hips as she turns, then move them down to cup the thick globes of her ass when she bends over.

"David! What are you doing!?" She shrieks, leaping up and away from you, holding her sweater up in front of you in a protective stance. She looks at you with a mix of shock and fear.