I let myself through the flat door quietly into pitch dark. With care I closed the door and turned the key. The sounds of Jessica sleeping issued from...the end of the corridor—not snoring yet, for which I was thankful. My fantasies had never starred her guttural snore and I couldn’t imagine going through with this if she were trumpeting away.I slipped my shoes off and unbuttoned my shirt as I made my way to her. The door was ajar and as I neared, I saw the blue light of her laptop flashing on. I didn’t know Vanessa as well as I knew Imogen—in fact, my only contact with her was because of Imogen. She usually joined us to watch DVDs in my room on Sunday nights, or for breakfast when she had an early lecture and I sometimes had an evening meal with her and Imogen, but that was about it. But the two were best friends and I was pretty sure that Imogen was a good judge of character, so that meant Vanessa was alright in my book.At least, that was how I thought until I’d found out that. Although it didn't show much cleavage, the presence of them was not left unnoticed, just like the rest of the curves along her body as the gown seemed to cling to every one of them.As she climbed into my bed next to me, which was something that was normal between us since before she could walk, I used to bring her in after she had awaken, and she'd crawl around on the bed or just snuggle up on my chest and fall back asleep, it was in my opinion, one of our greatest bonding moments. I could tell. I turned to see Sara smile as if our conversation was still ongoing and had not ended badly. I had forgotten my beautiful and married cock tease was also the first cousin of this bride. It had been so long since the last wedding, when I last held her, that I was unsure when she had asked me to dance. Had it been two years?? The ache was immediately back into my heart and in my balls."Come on Jimmy, just the 'one slow dance' you had promised me," she cooed.Torn between a need to say something.