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.
I was too shocked to move. She had never gotten mad at me before. But I knew I was right. I knew that if we did have sex there would have been repercussions. The room was deathly silent which surprised me, I was expecting to hear her crying. But she must have passed out again. I knew for sure now that I was right for turning her down. I stripped my robe off again and quickly got dressed and left the room. I needed to think, I needed some time to clear my head, shit I needed to masturbate.
Over the next several weeks Stacie and I grew apart. She stopped inviting me to go out to the clubs, she stopped asking if I wanted to go shopping or even to lunch. I was just waiting for the semester to end so I could request a new roommate just to ease the tension. Just a week before the end of the semester my birthday rolled around. Several of my friends gave me cards and small gifts. Sara's mom sent my a large bouquet of flowers. They were roses. Nineteen red roses and one white as a symbol of my twentieth birthday. Stacie said happy birthday to me and gave me a halfway hug as she was heading for her first class. I was glad she even remembered that it was my birthday. She had been rather cold to me for weeks.
I left the room heading for my first class feeling a little better than I had been feeling since Sara had left me. I walked rather briskly to class and as soon as I walked through the door I heard someone yell "Get her". I looked around just as half the class let lose with water balloons aimed right at me. I had no hope of evading them. I just covered my face as they splattered all over me. Once the last one hit the second wave came from the opposite side of the room as the other half assaulted me with silly string and glitter. I was mad but happy at the same time. I did not know I was liked that much. Finally the class began singing the birthday song and just as they were finished all I saw was white. I closed my eyes for several seconds before turning around and saw Stacie standing there with an empty five pound bag of flower still held over my head. Pay back was going to be a bitch.
I walked passed her and headed back towards the dorm to get a shower. I kept my eyes open for more water balloon snipers as I walked. I could hear Stacie chuckling behind me all the way back to the dorm. She grabbed my robe and hung it in the shower room and took my clothes to be washed as I washed all the crud out of my hair and off my body. I made it a fast shower and headed back down the hall with my robe tied loosely around me. There was a note tapped to the door handle that simply said "Close your eyes before you enter...Or else.".
"Now what." Thought as I opened the door slowly.
I did close my eyes for my own protection and was relieved when nothing hit me. I did since someone else in the room and whoever it was was standing right next to me. A pair of hands lightly touched the side of my head and then a soft pair of lips brushed against mine.