It was around six in the morning when Stacie finally dragged herself through the door waking me up as she fell flat on my bed. I could smell the beer wafting off of her and wrinkled my nose at it. I pulled the covers up over my body before turning to look at her. She smiled at me and waved a hello and I could tell she was still drunk. She started telling me about the night but with the alcohol running through her system and my simple lack of proficiency in Sign Language I really only understood a few words.
I'm guessing she either finished telling me what she wanted to say or she just gave up because the next thing I knew she was pressing her lips to mine. I was shocked by this. Not only was she straight but the taste and smell of the beer was making me feel sick so I pulled away. She gave me a drunken smile before laying her head down on my pillow and passed out. I was in no mood to move her to her own bed not was I about to leave the warmth of my own bed so I simply turned around and went back to sleep before I started crying again. I was already feeling the sadness beginning to wash over me again.
I awoke only a hour later when I felt the bed shift and Stacie's arm came around my body and her body scooted in closer to mine. I felt a tingle run up my spine and I smiled at the feeling of having someone's arms wrapped around me. Too bad Stacie was straight, I always thought she was rather cute. Stacie pressed her body against my bare skin and I felt an all new shudder run up my spine. I felt soft flesh against my back, Stacie was nude at least from the waist up. I took a minute to enjoy the feel of her breasts against my back and the feel of her hands.
I could not stop myself from imagining the feel of her lips against mine without the beer taste and smell. I felt my nipples get hard as I fantasized about her lips and tongue kissing and licking them. My breathing was becoming increasingly fast and ragged and I began rubbing my legs together trying to keep my pussy from getting to wet. I was about ready to just turn over in the bed and pin her to it and make her finger fuck me until I was good and satisfied.
I finally snapped out of my sexual fantasy when I felt her hand slowly start to move down my stomach towards my pussy and felt her lips on my shoulder. I pulled away from her wail I had the strength to do so and climbed off the bed and grabbed my robe throwing it around my body before turning back to look at her. She sat up wobbling slightly and let the covers fall off of her body showing off her breasts. She smiled drunkenly at me again before getting out of the bed and she was in fact completely nude. I could see the moisture on her bald pussy and I was getting more and more turned on by the second. I just knew that this was some kind of drunken fantasy that she was wanting to live out with me. And I was not about to give in.
Her hands were much steadier than the were before and she told me very clearly that she wanted to have sex. I told her that I could not do that with her. The look on her face was one of Shock, Anger and sadness rolled into one.
"Don't you think I am pretty?" She asked as her hands started to tremble again only I don't think its because of the beer.
"Stacie you know I think you are pretty. Hell you are gorgeous." I told her as best I could.
"Then why wont you have sex with me?"
"There are two reasons. One you are straight. And two you are drunk."
She looked at me for a minute before she slowly crossed the room to where I was standing and leaned in to kiss me. I pulled away again and told her that I was not going to do this with her. She was my friend and I did not want anything to come between that. She backed off a step or two before shaking her head.
"Fuck you." She said before going to her own bed and covered herself completely with her sheets and pillow.