I hadn’t. Like i said, I had a boyfriend my senior year, we’d recently broken up, but most other times I was just too busy for boys. I certainly didn’t think they noticed me. I mean, I wasn’t bad looking. I was 5’5″ and about 110. I had wavy brown hair down to my shoulder blades. I had blue eyes that were a contrast to my hair. I had hips and a bustline 34c. I knew I was cute, but thought I just blended in.
As we talked we got into a little game of pointing out guys who were checking us out. We tried to figure out which they preferred. I was loving it. This girl I admired for so long was now paying attention to me.
As we were about to end the conversation something clicked. She told me she had a journalism assignment. It was to interview someone and write about it. When she graduated she wanted to work in front of the camera, so she really wanted to do the interview on video. She remembered that I was taking a video production class and I’d worked in the TV studio in high school.
She knew my professor and asked if I had a production assignment coming up. We looked at the syllabus online and realized I did.
She asked me if I wanted to help her produce the interview. I tried not to sound too excited. I’m sure I failed. We spent a little while discussing the assignment and how to go about it. First, I had to ask my professor if a joint project with Vanessa would count as that assignment.
I left coffee with my heart beating so fast I could not contain myself. I went right to my professor and pitched the idea. He loved it. I immediately called Vanessa. We were on.
I couldn’t wait to tell people I knew that I was working on a project with Vanessa.
My roommate and a guy I worked with both said, “You mean your girl crush?”
I got mad and said she wasn’t my ‘girl crush’. They just laughed which made me even madder.
We got down to work on the project. Vanessa arranged an interview with a well known local politician. She told me that she probably got the interview on her looks. She had called and emailed him and the staff rejected her so she finally went to the office. At one point he’d seen her in the waiting room. A bit later he came out and said he’d heard she wanted to interview him. He agreed and gave us the name of the person to organize it with. She was not thrilled that her looks got her in but was happy about the interview.
We worked together setting up the project. We researched the candidate. Came up with questions. Talked about camera angles. We only had one camera so we needed to decide where we wanted to focus on him when he answered or her when she asked the questions.
Working with her was amazing. It was like everything I dreamed of. I was in heaven.
One night after working with her it was late when we were done. Vanessa suggested I just spend the night. I protested a little, truthfully I didn’t want to walk home, so I finally said yes. We laughed about me doing the walk of shame home the next day. After all I hadn’t brought clothes. She laughed and said the worst thing about the walk of shame is you’re always going commando because you don’t have clean underwear. We both laughed.
Then she made a joke about people seeing me leave.
“Well it’s been so long since someone other than me left this apartment the neighbors will probably cheer for me,” she joked.
We started talking about dating. Back when I was in high school she asked me about boys. This was different. This was a conversation about life. I was so excited to be with her I hung on her every word.
She told me she had lots of offers, and that most of them were from some very nice men. At that we went off on a slight tangent talking about some of the oddballs.
Then she told me she did not date a lot. She thought it wouldn’t be fair to the men. She knew that she wanted to be an on air journalist when she finished her masters. She knew that meant moving, maybe more than once. It was not fair to expect a man to follow her.
It made perfect sense. We talked about friends with benefits but she always had to end them as the guy became too involved.
“I miss the closeness,” she said. “Not the sex, although I really like that, but someone to share things with. I hate that every time I want to tell a story about work I have to start at the beginning and explain work and all the players.”
It seems the only family she had was her mother who still lived in our hometown.
It was getting late Vanessa said she had a king bed and we could share it. I don’t know why, but that made me both nervous and excited. I’d shared beds with girlfriends during sleepovers, but this was different. I still idolized this woman and we were only just becoming real friends.
She gave me a new toothbrush from a drawer and asked me what I slept in. I had a roommate at school so usually pajama bottoms and a t shirt. She went and got me some. She was taller than me so I knew they’d hang on me.
Then she started to undress. I don’t usually even think about it when I change clothes with a girl friend. This was different. I actually watched. She was wearing a t shirt and jeans. She wasn’t facing me. She had long ago kicked off her shoes. She pulled the T shirt over her head. i stood there and watched. I was just frozen. She turned to put the t shirt in the laundry and saw me looking at her.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
I stuttered that I was and I looked away. I pulled my t shirt off. We stood there in our bras and jeans looking at each other. Finally Vanessa laughed.
“Well that was kind of awkward,” she said.
I quickly apologized. She laughed. “No, I mean, it’s not like we’ve been best friends forever, or we’re in a locker room. It’s just kind of weird.”
I laughed. Then she said, “Well it not that often that I see a woman as sexy as you undressed, but you can use the bathroom if you want.”
Did she say sexy? I didn’t even think sex, I just thought that a woman, who’s opinion I respected, told me I was sexy.
“I’m ok,” I said. “I think we’re past the initial awkwardness.”
She joked back, “Whew, because that would have made sleeping with you really weird.”
We both laughed. I didn’t think either of us had sex on the brain, but it kind of hung in the background.
She was wearing a white lace bra. She reached behind her and unhooked it. She let it slip off her shoulders and fall on the bed. She had great breasts with perky pink nipples. She grabbed a T shirt and pulled it on it came down to her hips.
I pulled my bra off. My breasts were a little heavier on my frame but still looked great. She threw me a T shirt to put on. It was long on me, barely covered my ass ..