Becky, one of your best friends

You and Becky have been good friends for years. Never anything more, although you have of course wondered on occasion whether there might have ever been a possibility of a sexual encounter or even a sexual relationship between you. Perhaps there has always been too much shared history, maybe you just know each other too well, and despite times when both of you have complimented each other on your looks, or given advice about partners, or even shared an occasional flirty joke, neither of you has ever risked spoiling the friendship for the chance of a quick fumble.

Shortly after ‘the night,’ you had arranged to meet Becky for drinks. You would tend to catch up every few weeks depending on your work and relationship schedules, and it had been over a month since you had last spoken. It wasn’t anything to do with your mugging, so you hadn’t arranged to meet just so you could tell her your tale of woe, but of course it did come up in conversation.

Becky was already seated in a booth toward the rear of the bar when you arrived, reading something on her phone and drinking her usual: a large glass of red wine. Becky is slim but with a fairly large ass – she often wears tight jeans to show off the curves of her legs and hips, and if there was ever a time when you thought about her sexually it was when you caught a glimpse of her rear. Tonight was no exception, she wore tight black jeans, black trainers and a baggy sweater, and she stood up to hug you in greeting before you sat opposite her with your beer.

Becky is pretty with a slim, angular face; high cheekbones, large green eyes, thin lips and a pointed chin and nose, blonde hair normally scraped back into a tight ponytail. She looks a little bit like she could be an elf in some fantasy story. After the usual catch up about work, life, household bills and appliances which had broken down recently, you mentioned the fact that you had been mugged recently on your way home.

At this point you were sort of aware that there was something odd going on. You had begun to notice that you were somehow more persuasive than normal. But still, you weren’t confident or aware enough to use your skills on anybody.

As it turned out though, Becky was a good test subject.