Emily and I have been friends for years. But never anything anymore than that. Not that I’d never looked at her in that way. I’m a guy! If it has tits and a heartbeat I’m going to think about having sex with it.

Five years ago Emily got married. She married a nice enough guy. He was stable and responsible. I was very happy for her. A couple of months after her wedding I got married to a woman, who in later years, I could barely stand.

Recently I got a message from Emily pleading me to call her. I called her almost immediately. She told me her husband has left her. He said that he had found someone else and is leaving Emily and moving in with his new woman. Needless to say she was devastated. She asked me if I could take some time off and drive to see her. By this time in our lives I lived in the northeast and she in the southeast. Me, being someone who never turns down a friend in need, I said I would be there in a week. I set it up with work and told my wife I was going to see my friends for a week. She wasn’t bothered since neither of us was getting along that well. I packed, jumped in my car at 4am and started my 10 hour drive.

The entire drive I thought about Emily. It’d been 2 years since I went to see any of my old friends. My wife hated them all and I barely had enough money for day to day living, let alone vacations. I sold some stocks I had to finance this trip. I wondered what Emily looked like. She was always so beautiful. Long black hair, smoky eyes, and incredible legs. Emily was the kind of woman that made every other guy in the room jealous of you. If there was one thing about Emily that I didn’t like it was that she was a bit slim for my liking. I tended to like women with a little more curves. But nonetheless she was beautiful.

I pulled up to her house and knocked on the door. Emily answered the door in a bright yellow sundress. She was more beautiful than I remembered. I hugged her and told her how good she looked. She started crying almost instantly. I pulled her away and asked her why she was crying. She took a few steps back and said, “Look at me. He left me because of how horrible I look. He probably left because he couldn’t stand being married to an overweight horror like me.”

I looked her over as she stood in front of me. It was true she had gained a little weight. To me that made her all the more beautiful. She still had the same long black hair, smoky eyes, but now, added more curves. Her legs were fuller and seemed to curve wider as they went up inside her dress. I wanted to follow them up, as I could almost make out the shape of her thighs. Her were hips wider and more voluptuous that I could have ever dreamed. Her belly pressed slightly against her tight dress, just begging me to caress and kiss it. Even her breasts, which used to be small, had taken on a much fuller shape and size.

“You are more incredible than ever,” I said. “Any man that would leave a beauty like you is a fool.”

 “You’re just saying that because you’re my friend.”

 “Yes, that’s true, but I’m also saying that