This is tame when reading other stories on here but is all true. A couple of years ago I unexpectedly found myself out of work which made me really ill. Looking back I was horrible to live with as I couldn't focus on anything and was constantly angry as my anxiety got the better of me. That's when our friend Karen came to my rescue. I've always liked her as a friend but never thought anything else, so when she saw me out one morning she invited me back to hers for coffee I of course accepted. We chatted and I told her about the work situation as she didn't know. It was really good to be able to talk to someone not as close as the family about what had happened at work and how I felt. As I left she gave me a big hug and a kiss that lingered just a little longer than normal and we agreed to have another coffee a week or so later. This went on a couple of weeks or so and each time I noticed her kiss goodbye lasted a little longer and hugs a little tighter. I also started to look at her a little differently. Karen has always had large breasts but as a friend, apart from the odd joky comment, I never really looked at them. That all changed when I was round for another coffee and she asked me to give my opinion on a new dress she had bought for her husbands work evening party. I thought she would go and change and come down but to my astonishment she pulled me up from my seat and took me upstairs. Carrying on chatting, she promptly took her top off dropped her jeans and stood there in some gorgeous underwear. I admit it made something twitch a lot but I tried look away failing miserably. Jokingly she flirted about taking her bra off but disappeared into the ensuite to change. My head was in a bit of a spin as I sat there for a few minutes on her bed. Was she flirting or was this just a friend thing? Coming out of the bathroom she looked stunning her full figure held tight in a very close fitting dress. I gave her my honest opinion which was a huge thumbs up. She seemed to hesitate then asked me about what underwear if any she should wear underneath. I lost my breath as she stood over me, took my hand and placed in on her side. "Do you think you would be able to see my bra?" she asked rubbing my hand up the side of her boob. I froze. My hand on her left breast and saying nothing. Slowly I moved my hand over the front of her and did the same on the other side standing up as I did. This probably took a couple of seconds but it felt an age. No one spoke. Karen left my hands where they were and started to stroke my now very hard lump in my shorts and we started to kiss. Nothing else happened that day as we nervously broke away from each other and she went back to the bathroom to get changed. Later that day she texted to apologise for what happened. It got us talking about our partners and our sexual frustrations. We agreed to meet up again for a drink later in the week. The next time I went round, the atmosphere was completely different to before. Karen answered the door in a very tight fitting top which showed no bra underneath. It took only a few seconds from the door being closed for our lips to meet. There were no inhibitions on show and we collapsed on the settee our hands exploring each other more discarding clothes as we went. We didn't fuck that day but I can tell more of what has happened since if you like.