There’s a little bit of me that wonders how far things can go. Mostly though I walk around fully anticipating that anything can happen. Seriously, the current situation is proof that you never really know what goes on behind closed doors.

I don’t remember when exactly it started. The day I mean. But I remember every moment like it was yesterday. A bunch of us gathered at a local club to hang out, just be together. It was all the usual suspects, the group, well, actually, my group.

We hung out, chatted, took pictures as always and then headed to the club. It was not at all uncommon for Will and I to invite friends back, particularly mine, everyone knew that as much as we might sound like we’re joking the fact of the matter was that Will and I were “open” to say the least.

So we joke, have a few drinks and then, it’s time to go home. Will’s only had one or two beer so we’re driving anyone that needs a lift. We packed MJ and the others into the car and began making the rounds. One final invitation for MJ before we get to her street and I think that to this day I have not fully recovered from her response.

“Okay.” she said. I’m surprised Will didn’t drive off the road and I’m fairly certain that my panties were soaked right then and there. “What?” we both said at the same time. “Okay, I’ll come back to your house with you.” I turned and looked at MJ and she was smiling half nervously but there was this look of wonder as well. I reached for Will and he was already hard. I reached back to touch MJ and began stroking her leg. Each touch of her even through the heavy cloth of her jeans made me tingle inside and I could not wait to stroke her bare skin.

The conversation during the drive was strained, we didn’t want her to feel coerced, we had to be sure this was her idea and that she didn’t feel pressured by our constant advances. This was my best girlfriend and we also needed to be sure the friendship wasn’t going to be awkward. I kept telling MJ that if she changed her mind it was okay (all the while I’m secretly chanting…please, please, please don’t change your mind).

Back at the house we perform a few standard rituals. Pick the right music, pour a few glasses of wine and roll a joint. First we’re just talking, all kinda just lazing around. The occasional stroke of a finger against a leg, foot, arm. I can tell MJ’s a bit nervous.( My beautiful best friend on the verge of being our playmate, I might have been a little nervous myself). I sat behind her and started rubbing her shoulders and neck. Every once in a while I’d let my finger stretch toward the nape of her neck or just at the top of a breast. Each stroke ever so slightly more daring and then I would back off. She began arching her back so that I would have better access to her. I slid off her shirt and began rubbing bare flesh more freely. I let my hand slide under her bra barely grazing her nipples as they appeared to be reaching out to my fingertips. Lowering my lips to her ear I whispered encouragement as she began to relax to my touch.