As I approached the restaurant, I saw Leah waving at me.

"Hey! How are you?" she greeted me, giving me a hug.

"Honestly, I'm kinda nervous; it's been so long since I've gone on a date," I replied, reciprocating the hug. "You?"

"I'm a bit nervous as well. Hopefully the guy is cute..." she said, making us both laugh.

We waited for some time. I glanced at my watch; it was 8:10pm. We were supposed to meet at 8. Oh well. Maybe our dates got stuck in traffic or something.

"Ugh... Where are they??" Leah complained. She didn't seem to be as patient as me.

"Don't worry. I'm sure they'll be here any moment." I reassured her.

"They better be. I put a lot of time and effort into getting ready," she replied, pouting. I laughed but checked her out.

She was wearing a simple black top that showed some cleavage—not too much, but just enough to get the attention of her date. She was also wearing blue jeans and a pair of Converse shoes. She had some makeup on, but it was very subtle. Finally, she was also carrying a small, brown handbag. Overall, a simple outfit, but you could definitely tell she put effort into it.

We were both 22 and had known each other for about 3 years at that point. We weren't especially close friends, but we always got along well. While I had never thought of her as anything other than a friend, I have to admit that she looked really good. Not only because of her attire. She looked... prettier than usual, that day.

Leah was pretty short, standing at about 5'1''. She had short, straight, chestnut brown hair, about shoulder length, a small nose, and thin lips. Even though her boobs and ass were on the smaller side, that didn't stop her from getting attention from a lot of guys (and some girls as well).

"Mark!" Leah snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Hello? Are you there?"

Whoops. I was staring at her without even realizing. I shook my head, blushing a little.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. What's up?"

"It's 8:20. Should we wait for them inside? Maybe start ordering the appetizers?"

"Good idea. Let's go."

We entered the restaurant and sat at our table. We looked at the menu while we waited for our dates.

"I think we should order the mozzarella sticks," Leah proposed.

"Umm... I don't know... I don't love cheese, to be honest," I replied. She looked at me in disbelief.

"What?! You're so weird, man," she answered.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. So what should we order?" I asked.

"I'm ordering the mozzarella sticks. I don't care if you like them or not. I'm sure our dates are normal people and like cheese."

"Damn, I get it. I don't like cheese; it's weird," I said, as we both laughed. I checked my watch: it was now 8:30.

"What?" Leah asked.

"I don't think it matters if our dates are normal people or not. It's 8:30. I'm pretty sure that we got stood up."

She exhaled.

"Man... This is not fair. And now I'm hungry."

"Well, now that we're here, we might as well have dinner," I suggested.

"Sure, I guess..." Leah said, clearly disappointed.

We placed our orders and waited. At first, both of us were pretty quiet, but soon, the conversation started flowing, and we had forgotten about the fact that this was supposed to be a double date. Before we realized, it was 10:30.

"It's getting late," I noted. "We should get going."

"Ok," Leah replied, signaling at the waiter. "Could you bring us the check, please?"

"Of course. I'll be right back."

When the waiter came back with the check and left it on the table, Leah crossed her arms and looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Come on, pay up," she basically ordered me.

"Excuse me?" I responded, raising my eyebrow. "You ate more than me. Or do I need to remind you of the two servings of mozzarella sticks? Let's split the check in half."

Leah pretended to be offended.

"This is no way to treat a lady. What if I were your date? Would you have made me pay?" she said, laughing.

"Since you're not my date, I guess we'll never know," I answered, smirking.

"Ok, ok. You win. We'll do half and half."

"Thank you."

We paid and headed out.

"I think we're going the same way, right?" Leah asked.

"Yeah. Let's go," I replied.

Soon after we started walking, it started to rain. At first, it was barely a few drops, but it started to pour in no time, and we didn't have an umbrella. We ran towards an arch for cover.

"Fuck... My house is still like 20 minutes away. I'll probably drown before I get there with this rain." I complained.

"Mine is only a few minutes away. You can come up and wait the rain out if you want," Leah offered.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden..."

"No, no, really. I don't mind. Quick, if we run, we might not get too wet," she said, not very convinced herself.

"Okay then. Let's go."

We started running under the rain and finally reached the apartment complex where she lived. Even though we ran as fast as we could, we still ended up completely soaked and dripping.

"Come on, I live on the seventh floor," Leah said, out of breath. When she saw me trying to call the elevator, she laughed. "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you: the elevator doesn't work."

"Are you kidding me?" I exhaled. "Okay. We'll just take the stairs then."

We began climbing up the stairs, leaving a trail of water behind us. When we reached the seventh and last floor, Leah took out her keys and opened the door to her apartment.

"Welcome to my humble abode," she welcomed me.

It's not that humble if you compare it to mine... I thought. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, a medium-sized kitchen, a small living room that connected all of the rooms, and even a little balcony. I, on the other hand, lived in a tiny studio that had a small bedroom and bathroom and something you could barely even call a kitchen. Fucking student loans.

"Make yourself at home," Leah said, taking of her shoes. "I'll be right back."

She came back after a minute, handed me a beer, and threw herself on top of the couch, and almost on top of me.

"Whoops. Sorry," she laughed.

I smiled and took a sip of beer.

"Doesn't seem like the rain is going to stop," Leah said.

"Yeah... If you want, you can give me an umbrella and I'll get going," I proposed. "I don't want to be a burden."

"Uh, yeah, no. Last time I lent you something, it took you two months to return it."

"Okay, whatever. I guess I'll just stay here and annoy you."

She laughed.

"Actually," she whispered, "you're not annoying me at all." She placed a hand on my thigh, making me blush. "You made my night a whole lot better. I think even better than if my date showed up."

"Uhm, Leah? What are you doing?" I asked, looking away.

"What? This?" she responded, looking at her hand and moving it closer to my crotch. "Oh, I was just looking for a place to rest my hand."

I blushed even harder, which made her giggle.

"What? Can't handle a girl as hot as me?"

"No, no. It's that... Didn't you already have two beers at the restaurant?"

"Maybe I did. But who cares? It's been months since I've gotten laid, we're both adults..." she whispered in my ear. Her hand was practically on my crotch now. I held my breath. "And it seems like you want it as much as I do..." she said, looking at the bulge in my pants.

"We shouldn't do it. Our friendship will never be the same!" I tried convincing her, even though, as she just said, I wanted to do it just as bad as her. I mean, it had been months since I had sex as well, and I was starting to get tired of masturbating.

She looked up and stared into my eyes. I swallowed saliva, knowing it was a lost battle. Her face got closer to mine, and finally, our lips met.

At first it was a very mild kiss, but Leah quickly got on top of me and we started french kissing. I put one hand on her back, while the other one caressed her thigh. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me closer.

My hand started moving towards her breasts, and when I squeezed them, she moaned into my mouth. After a while, Leah broke the kiss.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she suggested.

I swiftly lifted Leah up and she almost lost her balance, but managed to wrap her legs around my waist and secure herself.

"Woah, easy there, cowboy. I could've fallen."

I just smiled and pulled her in for another kiss, while stumbling to the bedroom, barely managing to avoid hitting the wall. I threw Leah onto the bed and started kissing her, first her neck, but rapidly making my way down to her collarbone, when she pushed me away.

"Is everything okay?" I asked.

She just looked at me and took her top and bra off, leaving her beautiful naked chest for me to see. I stared for a bit too long before taking off my shirt.

"You can keep going now," she practically commanded. Like I was going to complain.

As I kissed her collarbone, my hand moved to her tits again, pinching her nipples and making her moan. When my mouth arrived and started to suck them, her moans got louder. I alternated between sucking and pinching one, making sure to give them both attention, before moving on.

My kisses trailed down to the hem of her pants.

"Let's get these out of the way."

She lifted her back a bit so I could remove them and then helped me get mine off as well. She gave my chest a kiss and threw herself back on the bed.

"Come on, I'm waiting."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I started kissing her thighs, teasing her a little. She put her hands on my neck, trying to get me to where she wanted. I looked at her, smirking.

"You gotta work on that patience," I said, as I got closer but still making sure to not touch her panties.

"Please, it's been so long, I need this," she begged.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," I responded.

Kissing her pussy through her panties, I could tell how wet she was, which drove me crazy. I quickly pulled her black panties down, leaving her completely naked and exposing her pussy. It had a half-shaven brown bush and was visibly wet.

The moment my mouth met her labia, a shiver ran through her body and she pulled my head even closer. I started to lick her vagina, and then sucked her clit, playing with it with my tongue. Her moans got louder and her pussy wetter.

"Fuck, yes! Keep going!" she yelled.

My hands started moving back to her chest to fondle her tits. After a while, I decided to turn it up a notch and started tongue-fucking her pussy.

"Oh my god, I'm about to cum! FUCK!" Leah moaned, as her body arched and she released her juices.

Wasting no time, I started to make my way up to kiss her again. We started to make out again, and she got on top of me. Her hands slid to my crotch and started massaging the bulge, making me moan softly.

"Don't worry baby, I'll take care of it," she said in a lustful tone as she got down on her knees and removed my boxers.

I could feel her hot breath on my hard cock. She gave it a lick and kisses, leaving saliva and marks of her lipstick all over it. Then, she suddenly took it all in at once, making me moan again. She looked up at me and gave me a smile, or at least what she could with my cock in her mouth. Her head started bobbing up and down.

"Fuck, that feels so good," I whispered. That pushed her to go faster. "Oh my god..."

I could feel myself getting close and my dick started twitching. She suddenly stopped.

"Why did you stop?" I asked. "I was about to cum."

"I know. That's why I stopped. I need your cock as fresh as possible inside of me," she replied.

Oh. Well, I wasn't going to complain. She gave it a final kiss and got on top of me again.

"Ready?" She grabbed my cock and guided it towards her wet vagina.

"Never been more ready."

Leah grinned, and moaned as I finally entered her.

"Fuck yes... That feels so good... I almost forgot how it feels."

She started to bounce up and down my length as my hands caressed her round, perky ass. I gave it a slap, which caused her to moan even louder, and pulled her in for a kiss to muffle the moans. She didn't resist.

"Let's change positions," she whispered into my ear, breaking the kiss.

I could barely think because of how good it felt but nodded. She quickly got off me and got on all fours.

"Fuck me from behind, baby," she commanded. I bit my lip and pushed my cock inside of her again. My body rapidly started moving as I fucked her even rougher. "God, yes, it feels even better!"

She wasn't lying, because I almost came immediately but managed to hold on and leaned over to kiss her neck, as my hand moved to her pussy and started rubbing it. This drove her insane.

"Fuck me harder, Mark! I'm yours! I'm about to fucking cum!"

Hearing my name come out of her mouth in such a dirty sentence pushed me to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum as well!" I managed to utter, out of breath.

"Cum inside of me! I want all of your cum!"

I didn't even think and did it, emptying my load inside of her, feeling her orgasm as well when she twitched and let out a final moan.

We collapsed onto the bed and didn't say anything for a few minutes, until I spoke up again when the orgasm finally rode off and I realized what we just did.

"Hey, Leah?" I asked, but the only response I got was her snoring.

I guess we'll just talk about it in the morning, I thought.

I looked at Leah's face; she made a really cute face when she slept. I shook my head. Was I starting to fall for her? No, it couldn't be, right? Could this be the start of something? I had to admit that the sex that we had just had was incredible.

My mind was filled with questions, and I almost woke up Leah so we could talk about it, but didn't. My eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up in an empty and extremely messy bed, feeling lost.

Where am I? I drank too much last night; my head hurts, I thought. I remembered where I was when I saw the cum-stained sheets and my clothes on the floor. A smile formed on my face. Oh, yeah.

I quickly got dressed and went to look for Leah. I found her in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of coffee.

"Hey," I said, smiling.

She looked at me with a sour face.

"Mark. What we did yesterday was a mistake and nothing else." The smile faded from my face. "We both drank too much. This stays between us. We don't talk about it. Understood?"
Oh.

"Understood?" She repeated.

"Yeah," I said, clearing my throat.

"Good. I'm glad we're on the same page. Now, I can make you coffee if you want, but then you're gone."

"No, I'm good, thanks."

"Okay then. I'll walk you to the door."

When we got to her front door and she opened it, I almost leaned in for a goodbye hug but realized it probably wasn't a good idea.

"Goodbye," I said.

"Bye," Leah replied, closing the door.

I went home thinking about her and if our relationship would ever be the same.