Mike and Wendy had dated for two years. They attended the same college, but different classes due to different majors. After a long week of midterm exams, they decided to go out and blow off some steam with a group of people - mostly friends but also a few acquaintances.
Neither Mike nor Wendy were experienced drinkers. Wendy tried a fruit flavored mixed drink, and Mike chose rum and cokes. They were getting gradually more relaxed, and were enjoying the carefree chatter for a while, catching up with friends. The apartment was medium sized, but the cramped hallways and rooms meant that guests had to circulate to talk to different clusters of people at the party. It had already been underway for three hours before Mike and Wendy arrived, and many people they knew only in passing or not at all were floating in and out. Because there were more exams scheduled the following day, the crowd thinned out appreciably right before midnight. Mike was enjoying his second drink, and having not had much to eat that day due to his schedule, he was starting to feel the effects even more than usually. He also did not notice that he grabbed a strong bottle of rum, of the sort that was easy on a college student's wallet but hard on the head the next day, for his refill.
Wendy was having a good time, talking with friends about not much of significance. She was particularly stressed earlier in the week, so she welcomed the relief her drinks brought. The fruity concoctions were sweet, but concealed a large amount of alcohol content. Mike eventually pulled Wendy aside, and kissed her briefly. She smiled at him as she returned to talking with Anne, one of her classmates. Mike tried to gently and discreetly fondle her ass,which was making her skirt stretch tightly on top, but she pushed his hands away. He tried again, with the same result. She had not been "putting out" as much as she had before this year of college, and he was often horny. Wobbly, as he went to get another drink, he ran into his classmate Rob. He glanced back at Wendy, in her mid-length skirt, blouse and heels, and started discussing his midterms with Rob.
Anne and Wendy got along well. "You should make him take you somewhere nice for your anniversary" the brunette told Wendy. Anne was medium height, about average in looks, but attracted more than her share of guys due to her flirting. She pretended that it was just a front, and to most guys it was. Only rarely did she allow someone close enough, and even then only briefly, to see her true nature. Wendy always found her funny, and a little different. Anne turned to a friend of her passing by. "Oh, hi Dave", she said, winked at Wendy, and turned away.
A wave of tiredness hit Wendy, and she snuck into one of the unoccupied rooms to sit on the sofa for a few minutes to recover. The blonde had every intention of returning to the party she was looking forward to all week. Her drinks really started to take effect, and she soon fell asleep, one leg on the sofa, another on the floor. In her hand was the drink she just made. As she fell asleep, it balanced briefly on the soft sofa cushion, then toppled over, spilling a dark stain over the not exactly clean carpet.
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About 45 minutes later, Brent walked in. Brent and his two roommates have lived in the apartment for almost a year, since he transferred from an out of state college as a serial part-time student, part-time waiter. "Shit" was his first thought as he saw the stain the drink made on the floor, not because of an inherent sense of cleanliness but because he neither wanted to clean it up nor wanted to be charged for it when drifted again to a different town.
Brent bent down to take a look at the stain. When he looked up he glimpsed Wendy's round, fat tits spilling so slightly out of her top, her legs splayed, her heels still on as she lay sleeping on the couch. His cock stirred instantly as he has not been with a girl in a while. Wendy was not the sort of slutty girl he usually was attracted to, but his cock was getting hard. He approached her, the light from the street illuminating her curvy form partially, her face mostly hidden but her body laid out on the couch to be taken in by Brent's eyes. He hesitated for minutes, and then finally moved closer. He touched her skin, running his hand down one of her calves. This felt forbidden, and Brent for some reason thought of the first time he smoked a joint after school. His mind quickly focused on the female in front of him. She stirred almost imperceptibly, but was clearly in deep sleep. Brent moved closer still, bolder now, and placed his hands on her knees, pushing them apart slowly.
Her legs opened, Wendy's creamy thighs becoming visible at first, then her turquoise green panties. Brent moved closer, having worked up the courage to touch her inner thighs.He was gentle, but his intent was solidifying. His cock already had. Brent's fingers made their way to Wendy's panties. He slipped his index finger under a lacy strap, pulling it aside. As his thumb inadvertently brushed against her clit, Wendy slowly stirred. Brent, bolder now, started to deliberately flick his thumb around, pushing against the nub. The girl eventually responded by alternately tensing and reeling from the unexpected sensation vaguely but powerfully pulsating from between her legs.
