I had been friends with Tim and Evelyn for about two years when they invited me to their place for a New Year's Eve party.
We met at college. I was a student, just entering the second semester of my freshman year. I met them each as
Professor
Anderson. He was teaching Literary Analysis, and she was teaching Women in History. I thoroughly enjoyed both classes, and performed admirably. They both made it a point to praise my work and Evelyn even told me I was her favorite student that semester. I would frequently be asked to stay after class and discuss my papers with them. They were genuinely interested in my insight on whatever the topic of the week was.
My academic achievement was not the only reason I enjoyed those classes. Well, Women in History at any rate. The first thing I noticed when I entered that classroom for the first time was that Evelyn was strikingly attractive. She was not tall, but not short, with an average build. However, the way she dressed showed off her figure in magnificent ways. Skirts that clung to her hips and ass. Blouses that only
just
kept her breasts in place, usually unbuttoned
just
enough to show off some cleavage (C-cups, easy). High heels, black-framed glasses, and her dark red hair pulled back with just little ringlets left to frame her face. What really stood out were her strikingly green eyes. No matter what expression she wore, her gaze could kill a man. I was really glad that the lower half of my body was hidden behind my desk, because I spent most of her classes with a raging hard-on.
Tim was not an unattractive man, himself. I had just never really looked at another man like that. I never had a problem admitting when another man was attractive. Objectively speaking, sometimes they just are. A lot of guys would probably never say anything like that out loud for fear of sounding gay. It never bothered me. Sometimes a handsome dude is a handsome dude. No sense pretending they're not.
Tim was taller than Evelyn, and thinner. He didn't have stereotypical good looks for a man, but he had a strong face and his smile always reached his bright blue eyes. He had blond hair, cut short and parted down the middle. He had an athletic build; I could tell his muscles were well-defined every time he wore a short-sleeved shirt. He wasn't jacked, though. He was clean shaven, but he did briefly attempt to grow a mustache about halfway through the semester. That lasted for about a week, and I think Evelyn made him shave it.
When the semester ended, and they weren't my professors anymore, they invited me to join them for a drink at one of the local bars. A few of my other classmates were there, and some of the other professors. When they weren't teaching, they were both pretty laid back. Tim spent most of the evening leaned back in his chair with his feet up on the table, joking and laughing louder than anyone. Evelyn was just as hot dressed down as she was dressed up. She liked to wear low cut shirts and tight jeans. She still wore heels, but she had traded her pumps for a pair of thigh-high boots. Her hair hung down to her shoulders, but held the ringlet curls that suddenly drew my attention even more. I couldn't help but stare as she bent over the pool table at one point, giving me a perfect view of her ass.
We continued to hang out over the summer, and really became friends. Even once the next semester started, we kept hanging out and went to a lot of college functions together. It was rarely just the three of us, though, as they were usually in the company of other professors. A lot of my friends among the students were usually around, too. So, we never really got to hang out just the three of us.
The New Year's in question came in the middle of my junior year. We had attended parties together before, including New Year's parties. However, this year they were playing host. I didn't even think twice about accepting the invitation, and ran out to pick up a bottle of wine so I wouldn't show up empty handed.
"Big plans?" my roommate asked. I was standing in our apartment (we had moved out of the dorm together the previous semester), adjusting my tie in the bathroom mirror. I had on a purple dress shirt with black slacks and tie. I had just combed my brown hair, parted slightly to the side, and shaved the stubble off the sides of my face leaving just my goatee.
"Everybody has big plans tonight," I said, taking a last look at myself. "Where are you headed?"
"The Gamma Girls are having a party," he said. He was dressed up for the night, too, with a white dress shirt and leather jacket. "Don't expect to see me in the morning."
"I rarely do on party nights."
"You gonna get any tonight?"
"I don't know," I said. "Not sure who all is going to be at this party. Maybe I will, or maybe not. I'm not going to assume I am, just in case I'm disappointed."
"Well, best of luck to ya."
"Thanks. Either way, I'll see you tomorrow."
We went our separate ways, and I made my way across town to Tim and Evelyn's place.
The party was already going when I got there.
"Alex!" Evelyn greeted me enthusiastically as she answered the door, and my jaw nearly hit the ground. She was wearing a nearly skin-tight black dress, with a short shirt that showed off most of her thighs. Once again, she sported a pair of boots, knee-high this time. The top of the dress was low, and it looked like her breasts would burst out of it at the wrong move. Her eye shadow made the green of her eyes stand out even more, framed as ever by her striking red hair. "So glad you could make it!"
"I wouldn't miss it," I said, shocked that I was able to utter a word without my voice cracking. She pulled me into a tight hug, and I took a moment to revel in the feeling of her chest pressed up against mine.
"Come in and get yourself a drink." She took my coat and the bottle of wine, then directed me through the living room and down to the basement.
I had been to their house once or twice before. They had a finished basement, with a bar along one side. Opposite the bar was a sliding door, leading to a patio in the backyard. Despite the freezing winter night, they had a fire pit blazing and few people were gathered outside. I, however, went straight for the bar.
"Hey, Alex!" Tim shook my hand as I approached. "What can I get you?"
"Just start me off with a beer."
"Start you off?" he said, pulling a bottle of lager from the minifridge and passing it to me across the bar. "How drunk are you planning to get?"
"I don't know," I said. "I still have to drive home at some point."
"We have a guest room in case you can't," Tim said. "And lots of couches. Don't hold back tonight. Enjoy yourself."
I took his advice, and after my third beer I switched over to cocktails. Tim was something of a chemist, apparently, when it came to mixed drinks. He liked to experiment with new mixes, or slight variations on old favorites.
"What's this?" I asked at one point, as he passed me a drink. I hadn't asked for anything in particular.
"Try it," he said. I took a sip, and was hit by the sweetness of it. There was a good amount of alcohol, too, but it wasn't overpowering.
"What is it?" I asked again.
"You know how a Fuzzy Navel is orange juice with a little peach schnapps in it?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, this is peach schnapps with a little orange juice in it."
