Memories

FBS has been on my mind a bit recently. Well, more in the "erotic dream" sense than particularly thinking about how she's doing.

Those dreams have prompted a memory: in the lead-up to FBS and myself having sex, there had been several weekends where I'd stayed over and slept in FBS's bed and nothing happened. I had wanted to sleep with her, but I had no idea how to even raise the subject. We'd made out a few times before or simply spooned on her sofa. There had been a couple of times where things had gotten beyond that - fondling her breasts through her clothes, but nothing more. During the "sleepovers", there was no snuggling or touching... we simply shared a bed and were usually nearly fully clothed.

However, one night, lying in bed I couldn't get to sleep. FBS's cats were mewling downstairs.

"What's up with them?" I asked.

"They're horny," FBS replied.

I sighed. I was too. Incredibly so.

"Yeah, me too," FBS said.

I turned to face her. I opened my mouth to speak but she spoke first.

"Yes, I want to fuck you." She slapped my chest. "I don't know that we should."

"OK." I rolled back onto my back. I wasn't going to push anything. I've never pushed for sex if the other party isn't 100% sure. Though the very fact that she'd said "fuck" in relation to sex was turning me on even more. I've definitely posted about this before.

FBS got out of bed and left the room. She returned a few minutes later, slipped into bed and started touching me.

We were kissing in seconds, naked in minutes and fucking a while after that.

It would be harsh to say that the friendship fell apart within the next two months as FBS wanted more than I could give, because we weren't really friends at that stage or I didn't view us as friends. I knew FBS through D, though we both worked in the same department. But without D, it would have been unlikely that our paths would have crossed and without the lust, we'd not have socialised together alone.