A scowl crosses her face before she shakes her head, "Well, seeing as how you are the perfect gentleman and all, it should be obvious that I get the bed every night. But, seriously , we've been best friends since we were six. We've shared the same bed before when we were kids, it's nothing new. And besides, what kind of friend would I be to you if I made you sleep on that rough old couch while I got the bed?" She gives those puppy dog eyes and blinks several times, making it hard not to laugh. As you look into her eyes, its impossible to deny how beautiful she is.
The offer she makes is the one you've really been hoping for, so it's not hard for you to say "All right, you twisted my arm," you say with a smile.
"Excellent," she says, "I'm going to doze off now if you don't mind."
You yawn, feeling tired too, "I'm going to join you," you say.
She takes off her jacket, tossing it onto the couch. Her hat soon follows as she shakes out her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders. She sits on the bed and takes off her boots. Realizing your position, you do the same.
"Oh god it feels almost orgasmic to take these things off, my feet were killing me," she says.
"I hear that," you say, giving her a high five across the bed. You both turn your backs on each other, with you on one side of the bed and her on the other, both of you struggling with your shoes.
", did you pack any pajamas?" she asks.
"No," you say, "why?"
"I didn't either. Would you be horribly offended if I slept in my underwear then?" she asks in all seriousness.
The thought of sleeping next to her almost naked gives your mind a whirl, and your erection starts to grow.
"No, not at all," you say.
"Thanks. Since you didn't pack any either, I'd have no problem if you did the same."
"Thanks," you say. You look around to your friend and see her unbuttoning her jeans and then pulling them down over her shapely ass. Her panties are quite conservative, since Heather often speaks of thongs of being for whores, but the slightly frilly, pink underwear seems fitting. Her skin is pale as redheads tend to be, but her legs are slender and very toned. Her hands and feet are soft and very delicate. She then pulls her tank-top over her head, and as you get a glimpse of her picturesque back, you see that she isn't wearing a bra. You look to the mirror in the corner, and you can see her breasts. They're perfect, not a hint of sag and they're all real. Her nipples seem to have the same size and color of cherries, which stands out in stark contrast to her pale, white breasts. She rubs her hands over her stomach absentmindedly, while you simply sit with your eight inch cock at full attention, gawking at her in the mirror. She suddenly looks into the mirror, and her eyes lock with yours. Busted.
She cups her hands over her breasts and quickly turns around to face you.
"You were sneaking a peek at my tits!" she says with a face that seems half-angry, yet half smiling.
"Sorry Heather, I shouldn't have-" you say.
She cuts you off, "Hey, an honest answer was all I asked for, were you trying to sneak a peek at my tits?"
Sheepishly, you say, "Yes."
She brightens up again, reaching into her backpack and pulling an old, beat up t-shirt for sleeping over her head.
"That's all I wanted. You haven't seen me naked since these things grew in, have you?"
"I never saw you naked before then either, that was for your boyfriends," you say, correcting her.
"Ah, yes," she says, "well, you were going to see me naked sooner or later, we're going to be living together for the next few months. You'll probably see the other girls naked eventually too. Don't feel ashamed for sneaking a peek, I don't mind the attention," she continues with a devilish smile. She looks at you, still completely dressed, while she stands on the other side of the bed wearing just a baggy t-shirt and a pair of pink panties.
"Well, come on, you're not going to sleep in your jeans, are you?" she asks crossing her arms across her chest, further pushing her breasts up.
"Besides, you got to see my chest, the least you should do is show me yours," she adds.
You see the logic in her suggestion, and start getting undressed. First, you pull your socks off, then go the jeans. You sit turned away from her, hoping she doesn't see your massive erection tenting your loose boxer shorts. Finally, you pull your t-shirt over your head, leaving you just in a pair of boxer shorts. It feels good to have gotten undressed, and you turn around to face her. She sizes you up, looking you up and down. Her eyes pause on your erection, whereupon she smiles and giggles.
"Awww, you like me, you really like me!" she says sarcastically.
Your face flushes red with embarassment, and you quickly jump under the covers of the bed. The blankets and sheets are new and clean, smelling slightly flowery. With the bed being so comfortable, you realize how sleepy you truly were. She gracefully slides under the covers on the other side, sliding in. She crawls under the covers over to you, and wraps her arms around you.
"Why I didn't fall for you I'll never know. Sleep well ," she says before kissing you on the forehead and rolling over to her side of the bed. Thoughts race through your mind of what just happened, and you know that good dreams are on the way. What the summer holds ahead is a mystery, but you know that whatever else happens, you'll be sleeping in the same bed as the most beautiful woman in the world. Eventually, you fall asleep. |