A close childhood friend of mine whom I haven’t seen in about 20 years had got in touch with me to tell me, that he was moving back to the area and that we needed to hang out. Pete and I had been friends since we were probably ten years old and then he moved away when he turned 18 to attend college in Massachusetts. He got married, moved to Cape Cod until his wife surprised him with a divorce.
His sister Samantha was a close friend of my sister’s when we were kids. She’s about 4 years younger then me but back in the day age difference was a big factor when it came to dating (It was frowned upon to date someone 4 years younger or older then you were). Even though she was mostly my sisters friend we always got along really well and I thought she was cute, but I never really had any interest in her as far as a romantic interest. She always had a very sweet free spirited personality.
When Pete moved back, he rented an apartment (Downstairs) in his sisters raised ranch not too far from where I lived. I had no idea that Samantha was still living in the area all this time. Pete invited me to hang out with him and his sister one night His sister’s apartment (Upstairs from Pete) was very nice. She was kind of a neat freak and lived very eloquently and independently.
That night I had brought over a case of beer and Samantha had a few bottles of wine, liquor and more beer. It was a great reunion of friends. I couldn’t help how exceptionally attractive Samantha had gotten to be. She was 5’5”, shoulder length reddish/brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, with 34 C cup rack and a pretty tight package below the bust. She had a sweet (Not annoying) high pitched voice and she knew how to entertain and party.
Pete was a lightweight when it came to booze. Even though he was 6’5” and weighed about 230 lbs it was only after a few hours of drinking that night where he decided he needed to go downstairs to his apartment and call it a night. Samantha and I were anything but lightweights and proceeded to drink, tell old stories, catch up on the new until the sun was about ready to come up. She told me it was alright if I crashed there that night if I had to and since neither of us had to work the next day, I thought it was probably going to be a good idea. I have a strict personal policy against getting behind the wheel intoxicated.
The two of us decided around 5:30 am that it was time to crash. We were very tipsy and having a rather difficult time standing up straight.
“Mike, walk me to my room, make sure I don’t fall down or bump into the walls” she said to me.
I walked her to her room and she went to plop down on her bed taking me with her. The two of us just laid there in our clothes on top of a still made bed next to each other sort of blankly staring at each other. It was that blank stare you give people when your foggy from overconsumption of alcohol.
“You know what dude, we probably should crawl under the covers and get to bed” she said to me as she got up and sat at the edge of the bed.
“Yeah, probably a good idea” I said to her as I watched her begin to slide of her jeans and take of her shirt. Normally I would have paid extra close attention to this but I was so out of it, I didn’t pay much attention to what she looked like in her bra and panties.
“You should too Mike, don't sleep in those clothes, I’d sleep in at least your boxers if I were you. My bed is awesomely comfortable” she went on to say to me.