Tammy and I had been neighbours and friends for years.
Initially, there was a sizeable group of neighbours that caught up regularly, but over time, the others stopped attending events. Then our partners left us. But Tammy and I still continued the catchups as friends, just the two of us.
We were quite open with each other - talking about work problems, dating (or lack of) problems. Sometimes, we would go to the cinema, other times for a run. But if we were feeling low, it would be TV like MAFS or Love Island where we could have a drink or several and make rude commentary about what was going on the TV. Whilst we would hug each other sometimes, it was always solely platonic.
Tonight was a very low night for us: the weather was bad; our work was boring and miserable and our dating lives were dry as the Sahara. It was my turn to cook. As usual with us, the guest brought dessert and wine. As it was quite hot outside, I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts and Tammy was wearing a vest top and skirt. Nothing new here!
Tammy and I had finished off the first bottle before we had got through the main course, so I found another in the cupboard: we certainly miserable to deal to the wine that quickly.
We decided to watch Love Island on the sofa as usual. The second bottle was gone by the first ad break - not surprising as not much had happened! I got out the home-made Limoncello - this is rather stiff at twenty-five percent (half forty percent vodka, half home-made Lemon Syrup), but the source lemons are sweet and juicy so it is easy to go down. The first sips went down before anything interesting had happened on screen.
By our standards, we were very loose, and we knew a hangover was on the menu for tomorrow.
The second part was the Kissing Challenge. We started laughing at this and took another hit of the Limoncello, then Tammy said, "Why don't we try this: but keep it tame?"
This was a surprise to me as whilst we were tactile - including hugging and touching, we were not this tactile, even when drunk. But we both needed to blow off steam, and I respected Tammy. The first contestant kissed the guy on the stomach, so Tammy leaned over and kissed me on the stomach through my T-shirt. As she leant over, I could see down her top to her braless D-cup tits. Whilst I had seen them encased in swimwear before, this was the first time I had seen them in their full glory, and I felt my balls tighten at the view. We had another shot of Limoncello to brighten things up as the girl on the TV made a half-hearted job of the kissing.
Then the second contestant kissed the next guy on the stomach, which was rather boring, so I leant over and kissed Tammy on her clothed stomach. The third contestant kissed the guy on his upper torso: Tammy said, "He has bigger tits than I do."
I thought that this was not true, but not that untruthful either. Tammy kissed me on my t-shirted nipple, which again caused a reflex below. The next contestant also kissed the guy on his tits: I leant into Tammy and kissed the top of her breast, as I did not want to push things and ruin our friendship. As I looked into Tammy's eyes, I could see her nipples had grown under her top. This, in turn, had made my dick grow hard.
All the alcohol had really loosened us up.
Then one of the girls kissed one of the guys on the lips. Tammy moved in to kiss me on the lips, hovered to make eye contact, then kissed me on the cheek. We both decided another shot was in order.
I was hoping that it was now an ad break. But the next girl gave the guy a full fuck me tonguing. I leant into Tammy and made eye contact. Tammy drew close to me and pulled my head into hers. I kissed her on the lips and quickly withdrew. Tammy pulled me back in and open mouth kissed me. I leaned in harder and put my tongue into Tammy's mouth and kissed her back.
I pulled back and said, "Are you sure?" Tammy stood up and dropped onto my lap and kissed me back, harder.
I returned the kiss, and we got into a loop of kissing harder and harder. I could feel Tammy's hot pussy encased in her shorts on my cock. As we did this, my cock was trapped between our bodies was getting harder and longer until it poked out of my shorts.