Laura and I have been good friends for as long as I can remember. She grew up two houses from mine and our parents had become good friends so there was a lot of interaction between our two families. Cook outs, pool parties, camping and parties were the norm.

We went through elementary and high schools at the same school though often in different classes. She was a sister from another family. Laura was a bit of a tomboy and regularly roamed with us boys in the neighborhood. She could rough and tumble with us, but alone she seemed quiet and shy. She loved to play in the woods with us, but was an avid reader as well.

We went to colleges in different towns. We texted now and then, but we only saw each other sporadically. Laura had developed into a beautiful woman but she remained like a sister to me.

After college, we both moved back to Atlanta for work. Several times a week we’d text about how much our new jobs sucked, about some of the creeps at work etc. We lived and worked in different areas of Atlanta and didn’t see each other that first year.

Last Thursday, instead of complaining about work, her text simply asked, “Would you join me for a drink tomorrow night? It’s been a long time since I’ve actually seen you.”

Laura wanted to meet in a restaurant near her work which was about a twenty minute drive from my house. We agreed to meet in the bar at 7 which gave time for traffic to lessen. I was excited to see my old friend again. We’d hardly seen each other since about 9th grade as we developed different interests in high school and college. Never once did I even think to ask her out.

With perfect timing we met as we reached the restaurant door. I was stunned when I saw her. She still had the self-effacing look that I remember her with, but was absolutely gorgeous. Her green eyes sparkled with excitement when she saw me. Her shy smile was beautiful on her lightly freckled face. Her light brown hair hung over her shoulders framing the large v-neck opening displaying the cleavage of her well formed, unrestrained D cup breasts. Her large nipples were plainly visible through her top.

Laura looked down bashfully as I looked at her. A slight tinge flushed her cheeks. I felt a loss of words as I tried to grapple with seeing Laura look so sexy and inviting. We stood uncomfortably outside the restaurant door, trying to make conversation. Laura gave me a quick kiss and said “Let’s go get a drink.”

We each ordered margaritas as we sat across the two-top table catching up with each other. While we were having our second drink I finally confessed to her, “I’m feeling uncomfortable looking at you in that dress. You’re absolutely stunning in a way I’ve certainly never seen or thought of you. I assume that is your intention.”

With a sheepish grin on her face, she looked right into my eyes, “I was hoping I wouldn’t scare you off with this dress. I didn’t want to seem like ‘one of the boys’ tonight. I used to hope you’d ask me out in high school, but that never happened. I bought this dress a couple of years ago and never had the nerve to wear it. It doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination with my breasts.

“I kept hoping you’d ask me out after we came back from college. I’ve always liked our friendship, but it was totally platonic and I’ve long wanted it to be more.” She dropped her gaze to her drink. “I hope I’m not being too forward wearing this dress. I wanted you to see me as a woman. I want to make love with you. Hopefully tonight. I’ve been so busy at work the past year that I’ve rarely gone out. It’s been at least six months since I’ve had sex and I hope you’re willing.”

The quiet pause hung between us until I replied, “I sometimes have thought about getting together with you, but never thought you were interested or that it would be a good idea. I don’t know. It hadn’t seemed right, but seeing you in that dress I can tell you want me.” I felt my cheeks flush. I hadn’t expected more than a drink and dinner with an old friend, but now it felt like Laura and I would be lovers for the night. “I must say the feelings are certainly mutual about wanting to make love, particularly looking at you in that dress. I grinned back, “Tonight would be wonderful. Unexpected, yes, but something we’ve each thought about at times.

Our server checked to see if we were ready to order.