Just Friends

I was woken from my drunken slumber by the buzz of the doorbell. Slowly climbing from the couch I began to piece my night together.

Student night at the union. Cheap and nasty shots… far too many of those. What am I doing fully clothed on Dawn’s couch? Shit. yeah… Dawn. Left her high and dry in some bar. Why did I do that?

I knew why I did that.

I’ve known Dawn for a year. When I first met her I thought she was the most graceful creature to walk the earth. Tall, slim, glossy black hair with an angelic face. When she’s sober she perfect. A country girl with all the attributes to be the girl next door. The sort of girl you want as a study partner…. Just so you can get close to her. Too close.

Problem is she’s impossible when she’s drunk. To be honest I think Dawn has a slight problem with drink. She drinks fast and doesn’t know when to stop. Ends up in all kinds of situations. I know we’re all like that when we lack experience. But she’s twenty-one, not eighteen. I don’t think she’s ever going to learn. In fact, I’m starting to think she has a reckless streak.

There are also other things going on in her life. Some dark things she won't let me help her with. Broken family. Alcoholic mother… that’s what scares me about Dawn. Apples don’t fall far from the trees that bore them.

But she is beautiful… really, really beautiful. The girl is a perfect storm.

.

Then I remembered why I abandoned her in the bar.

As usual, when we’ve both had a few drinks she gets flirty and I end up telling her how I feel. The first time I told her I got a sloppy kiss. Thought I made it but it never evolved into anything serious. The next time I pushed it a little further only for her to shoot me down with the classic line, "I love you as a friend."

As I approached the front door I looked through the spy hole and saw nothing but the nocturnal street. However, I could hear the sound of an idling car so thought it was drunk with the wrong address.

About to turn back I then heard a quiet but familiar groan from the other side.

Opening the door I expected to see Dawn but instead saw a man standing at the foot of the path. "Can I help?"

"I brought the girl home." He pointed to Dawn who was curled into a ball as if she was hibernating on the doorstep. "I just wanted to make sure she was OK. That’s all. You know, in case you didn’t answer."

"Well, I’ll deal with her now. Thanks, mate." I waved the driver goodbye who retreated sheepishly back to his cab. Gazing down at a shivering Dawn, I chortled. "Look what the cat brought home."

"Finally. I’m freezing. Didn’t think you were going to open the door."

"Sorry. I was sleeping." Despite being near zero Dawn had chosen to wear a short red party dress. I reached down and linked my arm around her slender waist before lifting her on to her feet. "There you go, girl." She hung to me like a deadweight. Reaked of . "Let’s get you inside."

"Can’t believe you left me."

"I was angry… and jealous."

"Jealous?"

I kicked the front door shut. "Seeing you dancing with those guys." Then led her through the hall towards the living room. "They treated you like a piece of meat."

"We were having a laugh. That’s all. Dancing."

"They were bending you over. Dry humping you and all sorts. Their hands were all over you."

"Maybe they did get a little carried away. Sorry if it hurt you."

I sat her down on the couch. Then arched my back to soothe my spine. "Anyway. Forget it."

"Dan?"

"I know what you’re about the say… you’re hungry. Want some toast?"

"That’s why I like you. You know me so well."

In the kitchen I dropped the toast into the toaster, turning the dial to 3. Just like Dawn liked it. Speaking of the devil, she entered the kitchen behind me.

I turned around. Dawn then leant into me and gave me a hug. I instinctively curled my arms around her waist. "What’s up, trouble?"

"I can’t believe you told me my dress was shapeless."

"You’re so skinny. That’s all. Need to fatten you up."

"Skinny. Whatever. Dan… have I ever told you that you’re my best friend?"

"Yes." I closed my eyes. "But I want to be more."

Dawn pressed herself against me. Her pert tits pushed against my chest while nuzzling her face into the crux of my neck. I could feel her breath, tainted with the smell of cider, as it warmed my skin. My cock began to stir. Dawn purred, "You mean so much to Dan. I would be lost without you."

"I know."

"You're so special. I’m glad we met."

My hands dropped to her arse. Dawn was a slender girl but she did pack a curvy rump. My fingers curled under her cheeks and I weighed them in each hand.

"Dan."

I closed my eyes, expecting the knock-back. "Yes?"

"I’ll wait for on the couch." She kissed my cheek and left.

I never buttered toast so quick… and made the worst cup of tea in my life.

The living room was dimly lit by the blue light from the muted television. Dawn was laying on the couch, resting on her flank while propping herself up on her elbow like a drunken Cleopatra.

Dawn lifted her dress to her waist while staring at me seductively, daring me to take a look. Obviously, my eyes were drawn to her long graceful legs which were topped by her tight youthful thighs. I could see her panties which lay tantalisingly under the gloss of her seamless nylon tights.

I placed the tea and plate of toast on the coffee table. Not trying to lose momentum I took hold of Dawn's ankles and lifted her legs so I could sit beside her. While Dawn chewed on her toast I brushed my hands up and down her long sleek legs, feeling the roughness of the nylon but loving the warmth of her skin.

With each stroke of my hand, I ventured further up her thigh. Dawn slowly parted her legs slightly, giving me more than a hint of the gusset of her tights. My hand crept further towards the warmth. Closer than I had ever been.

But Dawn then trapped my hand with hers.

"I'm sorry."

Dawn didn't let go. But placed my hand on her crotch. My heart filled my mouth. I couldn't breathe. My mind froze and almost wanted to scream halle-fucking-lujah . She was warm - almost damp. I wished I was the first to feel her. But hopefully, I'll be the last. But I didn't care.

Was this going to be my night?

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