I didn't want to go to the party. I had broken up with my girlfriend two days earlier and frankly a night at home hanging out with my new found friend Jack helping me to block her out of my mind seemed a lot more appealing.
However my best friend Dave convinced me that a night with real people rather then my friend that would need to go to the bottle bank for recycling in the morning would be a better bet.
After all:
"There's plenty more fish in the sea" "Your better off without her"
And so on.
I'm sure you get the picture and besides I'm getting distracted away from the story in hand.
Dave & I had known Cheryl since college. We attended and she used to. Cheryl got bored quit her course and just hung out there as she didn't have the guts to tell her parents that she quit as they would make her get a job (a swear word to Cheryl).
Cheryl is a natural blonde (in every way). She has the beginnings of some nice curves but is still the wrong side of slim for them to develop properly. Her breasts are a nice 38D. Her hair is shoulder length but she always wears it up in a ponytail.
Anyway, Cheryl was the hostess for the evening. She had just moved into her new flat and found herself a rich boyfriend to pay for it so she was happy and looking for an excuse to show him off.
When we got there the party had been going for a good hour. Cheryl's boyfriend (I never did discover his name) had left plenty of drink. Mark, an old school friend was playing bartender and Cheryl was in the corner holding court and basically doing nothing. She was happy to let people just sort themselves out.
As Cheryl saw us arrive she stood up. She was wearing a knee length skirt and a low cut top that showed the curves of her breasts. Cheryl came over to us and planted big kisses of greeting on our cheeks.
" Come on in and join the fun." She said with a wicked smile on her face leading us to the makeshift bar.
The first couple of hours we were there just consisted of us getting drunk and so we'll skip that part of the evening because the next part was the interesting part.
It got to about eleven and some of the guests had got bored and made there excuses and left. There were nine of us left. Cheryl, four girls, Dave, Mark, Deano and me.
By now we had given up the pretence of a party. The music was low and it felt more like a session down the pub. We were all sitting around shooting the breeze. Cheryl always drinks cheap wine when she wants to get drunk and tonight was no exception. The boyfriend who'd paid for the booze was working away and so scuppered her reason for the party and half the guests had left early and so it was a disaster as far as she was concerned.
Cheryl was playing with the empty bottle running her hand down it in a very suggestive manner. As she was definitely the worse for wear it was no surprise that the bottle escaped her grasp. It fell on the table and pointed at Mark.
