No - everything goes smoothly

You sit eating your breakfast and thinking about Lauren's awesome body. It was going to be tough tonight not to let her catch you gawping at her body - she always ended up sprawling out on the sofa showing off her curves.

With a start your eye's snap open. You'd almost drifted off again then, thinking about her sexy body. You realize that your hand has also slipped between your thighs, rubbing at your nub gently. You definitely need to get fucked soon.

Part of you know's Lauren isn't interested - she's not into women - but you also know, beyond any doubt, that if you made her cum, you'd change her mind. That degree of certainty is just weird. Not to mention wrong to think about making your friend want you... but the moral part of your mind is really struggling with your imagination which is throwing you images of sweet Lauren on her knees between your legs, lips covered in your juices...

By the time Lauren arrives that evening, you've made a plan and picked up wine, snack and anything else you'll need. As you answer the doorbell, your heart is racing. Almost as soon as the door is open, the curvy object of your fantasies is through it, arms wrapping around you and her soft tits pressing in to your own. Arousal pulses inside you as you try to remain relaxed, try not to stare at the cleavage she is displaying.