Intoxication Pt 02

Intoxication Part 2

by

Inanimate77

Emily put the chocolate fudge brownies in the oven before setting the timer. She then double checked that she had ice cream in the freezer and a bottle of wine chilling in the refrigerator. Friday girl's night had become a regular tradition with her roommate Allison, but tonight she feared it may not be all that fun.

All week Allison had been talking about a big meeting at work that could make or break the start up that employed her. Although her roommate was brilliant, Emily noticed that ever since she had started this job, her confidence had been shattered.

Back when the girls had met as roommates their freshman year in college, Emily had been blown away by her friend's academic prowess. Allison crushed her classes graduating on the Dean's list with high honors. However, it wasn't just academic success that defined Allison. In her spare time the college student volunteered at multiple charities, even spending two of her Spring Breaks on mercy missions to third world countries. Emily looked up to her roommate and credited her friend for making her a better person.

While not as professionally driven, Emily had buckled down and become a teacher. After meeting Allison, she realized that she wanted to give back to society and found teaching to be the ideal profession. It also gave her a nice balance in life so that she could focus on her other passions which included music and painting.

The two women remained roommates throughout college and after graduation with both of them landing jobs in the same city. It was only because of Allison that Emily was able to afford their apartment. She had agreed to pay 70% of the rent in order to have the larger bedroom. However, it went beyond that. Allison often took the time to cook, did most of the cleaning and even sometimes did Emily's laundry despite working longer hours. Emily had begun to think her roommate was superhuman.

However, all of this paled in comparison to the fact that Allison had introduced Emily to her current boyfriend, Mike. After dating for only a couple of months the two had fallen in love and were spending most of their time together at his place. While this meant the two roommates were seeing less of each other, Emily had made sure to maintain Friday Girl's night. However, beyond their weekly ritual, the two roommates mostly communicated over text.

That was why Emily wanted to make today special for her friend. It was her turn to be supportive of Allison who would likely be very down after her meeting. She had baked her friend's favorite brownies, stocked up on ice cream and chilled some wine to cheer her up. She also had lined up multiple girly movies to help her friend unwind.

It wasn't like Emily to assume that Allison would fail, but after everything she had heard from her friend, it sort of seemed inevitable. That being said on the off chance her friend had a good day she also had some sparkling wine chilling in the fridge. Everything else she had planned worked regardless of the meeting's outcome.

The opening of the apartment door caught Emily a bit off guard. It was only 4:30 in the afternoon. Typically her roommate didn't get home until after 6:00. This was definitely not a good sign.

"Allie is that you," she called out.

There was silence for a second before Allison appeared in the kitchen. To Emily's surprise she was smiling broadly. Either things had gone well today or her roommate was having a nervous breakdown.

"You're home early." Emily attempted to break the ice as her roommate had not yet spoken. "Is everything alright?"

Allison waited for a few more seconds, letting the tension build, before she decided to speak, "Oh my god, I crushed it. I really crushed it. Emily, I did it."

Emily looked a bit confused. This was not the outcome that she had been expecting, yet somehow Allison had nailed it. "Really? I thought you said there was no way you were turning this thing around."

"There wasn't... I mean I thought there wasn't. I'm still not sure exactly how I did it, but suddenly I just had Vivian White eating out of my hand. To be honest I still wouldn't believe it if she hadn't signed the contract. At first I thought she was just messing with me, but she actually signed it"

Emily beamed at her. "I never had any doubts," she said warmly, reaching over to grab the bottle of sparkling wine she had stashed away in the fridge. "I knew you had it in you all along." In truth Emily actually had quite a few doubts about her friend, but she certainly was not going to spoil this special moment. A part of her felt guilty for even having such thoughts. She quickly suppressed those thoughts as she popped the cork and poured two generous glasses, handing one to Allison with a wide smile.

"Here's to you, Allie," Emily said, clinking her glass against her friend's. "You crushed it just like you always do."

Allison laughed, taking a sip of the bubbly drink before replying, "Thanks, Em. I appreciate your faith in me. But I have to admit, even I had my doubts this time."

The two roommates took a moment to savor their drinks as the building stress from the last several months just seemed to melt away. It felt like the world had returned to normal. Eventually Allison broke the silence, "Are those brownies I smell?"

"Yes I went all out for tonight. We've got brownies, ice cream, wine and several wonderful movies lined up. Why don't you go relax in the living room. I will be there in just a minute."

Allison really didn't need any encouragement. The adrenaline rush from earlier in the day had completely worn off. Despite how happy she felt, her body was dragging. She walked into the living room, kicked off her heels and took a seat on the girl's movie couch. Emily had already set up the coffee table in front of it as well as two end tables on either end for each roommate to place their drinks.

As Allison settled into the plush cushions of the couch, she let out a contented sigh. The room was dimly lit, with just enough light filtering in through the curtains to create a cozy ambiance. The scent of freshly baked brownies wafted through the air, mingling with the crisp, sparkling notes of the wine in her glass. It was the perfect contrast to how she felt just a few hours ago.

Just then, Emily breezed into the living room with a wooden cheese platter laden with an assortment of cheeses, crackers, and fresh vegetables arranged artfully on a tray. Always the perfectionist, she had put a lot of thought in their display. The vibrant colors of the cherry tomatoes, crisp cucumber slices, and bright orange carrots contrasted beautifully against the deep hues of the cheeses. She set the tray down on the coffee table before taking a seat next to Allison on the couch.

"Wow, Em, this looks amazing!" Allison exclaimed, eyeing the array of delectable treats before her. "You really outdid yourself this time."

"Well it can't all be junk food, and besides it gives me an excuse to use the cheese board." Emily flipped on the first movie and the girls began to settle in.

While both women enjoyed watching the movie, they often chatted a lot during the show as well. However, neither of them spoke much during the beginning of the movie. Allison was completely exhausted. She sat with her back against the side of the couch and her feet up on the cushions. Meanwhile, Emily sat with her back against the cushions, her hands resting at her sides.

As the movie continued playing, Emily began to notice a subtle scent in the air. At first, it was almost imperceptible, overshadowed by the aroma of the freshly baked brownies and the sweet smell of the sparkling wine. But with each passing moment, the scent seemed to grow stronger, lingering at the edge of her consciousness.

Furrowing her brow slightly, Emily took a deep breath, trying to identify the elusive fragrance that now danced around her. Then suddenly she caught a whiff of something unexpected, a faint hint of vinegar cutting through the sweetness in the air.

She looked down at the cheese and vegetables to see if something could have spoiled. There were no obvious sources like pickles sitting on the platter. Emily liked a good pickle but they really didn't go well with the rest of tonight's menu.

As she searched for the source of the unusual scent, it only seemed to get stronger. By now it was a complete distraction, but despite her efforts she was no closer to placing it. Normally Emily hated the smell of vinegar, but for some reason this scent was quite appealing. The more she breathed it in, the more it left her feeling relaxed and at ease. Each breath sent numbing sensations through her body causing her mind to fog up.

Without realizing, Emily's gaze drifted from the cheese platter to Allison's feet resting on the couch next to her. The scent of vinegar grew more potent as she found herself inexplicably drawn to them. Allison's tights, still on from earlier, hugged her feet snugly, accentuating every curve and arch. Emily tried to tear her eyes away, as she felt a strange heat rising within her at the sight, but it was like trying to resist a magnetic pull.

She watched as Allison wiggled her toes absentmindedly, the subtle movement hypnotizing Emily further. The allure of those feet, clad in delicate tights that seemed to shimmer under the soft glow of the room, was undeniable. It was as though they held some mysterious power over her, beckoning her to come closer.

Lost in the haze, Emily didn't even realize that she had taken a hold of both of her roommate's feet so that she could begin to gently massage them. Instead her eyes went back to the movie allowing her other senses the opportunity to relish the task at hand. She could feel the warmth and dampness of the hosiery against her skin. Under normal circumstances this would have disgusted her. However, it now seemed to have the opposite effect. Each caress seemed to deepen the addictive properties of the fragrance which was rapidly overwhelming her senses. Emily craved it and her hands worked to extract more of the aroma from her roommate's feet.

It took a moment for Allison to even realize what was happening. By that point she already felt conflicted. She had been wearing these tights all day. While she considered herself a clean person, Allison knew her feet probably smelled from being inside her leather shoes. She assumed this was just another surprise that Emily had cooked up for the day, but a part of her felt really self conscious and guilty.

Just as she was about to tell her roommate to stop, the touch of Emily's hands on her feet sent a strong shiver of pleasure through Allison. She bit her lip to stifle a gasp, trying to focus on the movie playing in front of them. But as Emily's skilled fingers kneaded and rubbed her tired feet, all coherent thoughts fled from Allison's mind. It was as if each touch was erasing the stress and fatigue that had been weighing her down all day.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still for the two roommates. The movie playing on the screen became nothing but background noise as Emily continued her soothing ministrations on Allison's feet. The scent of vinegar enveloped her like a cloud. She had completely lost herself in the moment.

Allison found herself sinking deeper into the plush cushions of the couch, her eyelids growing heavy as a wave of relaxation washed over her. The movie playing in front of them faded into the background, its sound reduced to a mere murmur as she became completely absorbed in the sensation of Emily's hands on her feet.

For Emily the effect had completely overwhelmed her. Her body hypnotically performed the foot massage while any conscious thought had long since disappeared. She occasionally got up to fetch something from the kitchen, but as soon as she sat back down she resumed the massage.

After the second movie concluded, Allison finally managed to pull herself away from Emily. She reached down and started picking up the dishes on the coffee table while saying, "I think I'm going to call it a night."

Emily sat there for a moment. Her brain was struggling to process even the most basic of information even as her body instinctively began cleaning up. Finally she replied, "Hey you had a long day. Why don't you go to bed. I can clean up."

"Are you sure, Em? I mean tonight has been amazing. I'm happy to help."

"It's fine. There isn't that much to do. Besides, you're celebrating."

Allison required no further encouragement. She gave her friend a quick hug before heading toward her room. Meanwhile, Emily robotically went about cleaning the apartment. The smell that had intoxicated her all evening still hung in the air and even appeared to waft up from her very own hands. While she typically hated this part of the night, the time seemed to pass effortlessly.

Only after she had finished hand washing the dishes did the scent finally dissipate. A few minutes later her mind began to clear. Emily was shocked when she noticed that it was almost midnight. She had virtually no memory of the entire evening. Although this did not frighten her. Clearly the night must have been a huge success because she felt so peaceful and relaxed.

Once she had finished wiping down the counters, Emily shut off the lights and headed to bed.