stay with her

You look her over, her beautiful blonde hair, those piercing blue eyes, luscious 36 D's, nicely shaped waist, her neatly trimmed patch. You know there's really only one choice. "Cuddle up next to me," you order, and she complies, putting her fine ass up against your belly. You wrap your arms around her, and she says "I've been wanting this for a long time."

Taken aback, you say, "You mean you've been wanting me?"

"Yes," she replies, "but you never seemed interested in me."

"Well, we've known each other since 3rd grade. I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I watched you grow, and wanted so many times to ask you out, but..."

"But what?" she asks.

"Nothing," you mumble.

Turning to face you, she says, "Nothing, hell. I want to hear what you have to say about why you never asked me out."

"I didn't want to end up dating and then if it didn't work out, end up worst enemies," you say.

"Steve, you should realize by now, that, even if we didn't work out as lovers, we would always be friends no matter what. I love you too much to let a sour relationship come between us," she says, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Don't cry, Melissa," you say as you hold her close. "Let's sleep on this and decide which way to go when we wake up."

"Okay," she says, kissing your neck softly. "Either way, I have a proposition for you."

You fall asleep with her in your arms, realizing how strong your feelings were for your friend.