Watching a Movie With Friends

“A few people are coming over and watching a movie, if you want to join us.”
“Ok. That sounds fun. When should I be over?” I asked.
“Whenever. You can come over now if you want,” said Nicole.
“I guess I’m on my way.”
Nicole and I have been friends for a few years. We met in high school, but we really got to know each other at the local pool hall her dad owned. She taught me trick shots, and we hustled a few rival high school kids. We’ve grown really close, and tell each other everything. She has a decent body. Average height and build, but at least D cups. We get kinda flirty sometimes, but I always thought she was kidding around, and being the oblivious person I was, I didn’t think anything of it. At the time, she lived in her Dad’s unfinished basement, but with my help we set it up into a kind of apartment for her. She had everything she could need down there. Microwave, mini fridge, couch, bed, computer, tv. There was even a full bathroom from the previous owner’s lack of ambition in turning the space into a man cave. Her dad had of course installed a pool table.
I got there and she was playing some Call of Duty. Oh yeah, she’s a gamer. Major turn on if you ask me, but at the time I was just happy to have a girl in my clan. She always wears headphones when she plays, so she didn’t hear me come down the steps. I flopped down on the couch and just watched her play for a while. I had always been attracted to her, though I never tried anything, mostly because I was so shy when it came to sex. Nicole was in pj bottoms, tank top with sports bra, and an unzipped hoodie, because she liked to be comfortable whenever she played.
“You want anything Nikki?” came the voice at the top of the stairs.
The door had opened and her cousin Alex and her friend Trisha came down the stairs, drinks already in hand.
“She’s in the zone right now. God help anybody on the other team.” I called back.
She didn’t hear any of this because she always has her headphones pretty loud. She absolutely loves the sound of gunfire. I held up a finger to my lips, and motioned for them to come down.