Ava is an inspiring woman. She is drop dead gorgeous without even trying but when you get to know her on a more personal level she is also funny and goofy and it makes her ten times more beautiful inside and out. To try and put into perspective the unwavering attraction I had towards Ava, well let’s just say, if beauty were power and a smile was it’s sword, this woman would rule the entire world.
I had been crushing on her for a while and I knew she wasn’t gay but let’s be honest, that’s never stopped me before. We both work our asses off and had been hanging out frequently in our free time. We decided to take a girls trip and just have a stress free weekend away with drinks, laughs and just simply relax. In conversation I’d drop little hints to see if there was a chance of anything happening between us. She entertained the conversations a bit, but ultimately it’d end with me still unclear on if any thought like that was crossing or had already crossed her mind.
We spent the next two weeks counting down and trying to plan everything we were going to do. The day finally came and we had a mimosa at breakfast and hit the road. Our conversations were flowing, we had laughs and even serious heart to hearts about our personal lives – it was a genuine bonding time on the way to our weekend getaway. Once we got there, the hesitation was almost non-existent. Drinks were poured and the night was beginning. Drink after drink I was getting more and more comfortable and we were getting more and more intoxicated. That first night we had dinner and drinks on the water, went to a local hole in the wall bar and laughed at the drunk people (not even considering the fact that we were the drunk people too). On the way home Ava was singing along to every song that came on, her eyes and smile lit up the darkness that filled the car. Every street light we passed I watched the light cross her face and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to kiss her.
The night winded down and we headed to bed in the early hours of the morning. Laying next to her I could feel her leg brush mine, her body was so close that her hair was tickling my shoulder but I was too nervous to try anything. That fear of rejection is crippling and there was so much more than my pride on the table, and the possibility of multiple friendships being affected. I just rolled over and the next thing I knew it was 8:30 am; I was awake and we were still drunk! Personally I feel waking up drunk is a feeling everyone should experience once in their life!
We ate breakfast and sobered up just long enough to make it out to the lake and have a drink by 11:30 am. We spent our day out in the sun relaxing with drinks in our hands for most of the day, until we came back to shower and get ready for the night ahead. The nights plan was dinner and the local bar to enjoy the last night of our getaway. We drank even more, played darts and while we were sitting in the bar she touched my leg in a way she hadn’t before. There was this closeness I felt with her, more than before. We decided to turn in earlier that night. We got back and laid in bed watching TV. This night, something was different; there was this sensualness to it. We were laying closer, her leg laid over mine and my hand was rested on her thigh. I felt this need to be close to her, almost like it was magnetic. Everything in me kept pulling me towards her, and I started running my fingers in place on her thigh. Ava moved her leg close to me and I could feel her pushing her hips towards my hand. I kept running my fingers up and down her inner thigh until she reached down and moved my hand into her shorts. I pushed myself up onto my other elbow and leaned in to kiss her. When our lips touched it was like this explosion in me that had been waiting to erupt. I kissed her over and over, and that built up a want of her which almost instantly turned into a need and I needed to keep touching her. I pushed her shirt up with my free hand and kissed my way down her chest, to her hips and when I got to her inner thigh I gently bit my way towards her pussy. Her moans were getting louder and as I pressed my tongue to her clit, she reached down and pushed my face into her more. I never wanted to come up, she was getting louder so I reached up to cover her mouth. She pulled me up to her and kissed me, then tried to reach down my shorts and I pinned her hand above her head and went back to kissing her. This went on two more times until she pulled away from my kiss and said “Give me that pussy.” I had never had someone demand from me like that, I don’t know what came over me but I let her touch me and for someone who had never been with another girl, she knew just what to do.
We spent the night together and promised to keep it between us. Clearly no one is going to know her real name or real details. (She also gave me permission to post this) That weekend was a weekend of fun and memories that were a once in a lifetime thing (most literally). Our friendship is back to normal and all is well in the world!