Alice: 18 years old, 173 cm tall, long curly blond hair, clear blue eyes, athletic body with C-sized chest and round butt
Sandra: 19 years old, 174 cm tall, long straight ginger hair, dark green eyes, small cute freckles on her face, slim athletic body with chest barely reaching to B-size and skinny ass
Richard: 23 years old, 201 cm tall, short dirty blond hair, brown eyes, muscular body
If you have asked me before I would never believe something like this would happen to me. Let me introduce myself. My name is Alice. I am 25 years old now, but my story had started not long time after I turned 18. I had a best friend named Sandra. Both of us were members of our small-town athletics team and not to be bragging, but we were both quite good (chance of representing our country at Olympics kind of good). Sandra is 1 year older than me, but since she was shy and socially awkward, it always seemed that I was the more senior one out of the two of us. Don't get mistaken, I was no party animal myself, but I was definitely more social than her.
We were friends for over 6 years and our friendship was really strong, but ever since the beginning I had always felt there was some kind of a barrier between me and Sandra. I could not tell at the time, but she had rarely shared anything personal from her life, because she was either too shy, embarrassed or afraid that I would judge her. During that year, she was about to leave to the Britain for her 1-year-long exchange program. I was happy for her as it was her dream, but I also felt a little sad for not being able to see her for such a long period of time.
Surprisingly enough Sandra got herself a boyfriend that year as well. His name was Richard and he was 4 years older than her. I knew him from long time ago when he used to be my Soccer trainer (I used to play soccer for like 3 weeks before I had decided athletics was the way). I kept asking Sandra about him during every training we had together, but all I got was „He is ok." Or some short summary of his hobbies. When I tried poking into more „personal" information about their dating life, she just would not tell. It took over a month for her to admit, they had kissed each other, but that was all I got out of her. So, I had decided I should try more forward approach and kind of invited myself to her farewell party. Well, party would be strong word here. I basically asked her if we could have girl on girl drinking night before she leaves, but due to our busy schedules, I was only able to get farewell meeting with her and her boyfriend.
I rang at doorbell. Tall muscular guy opened the door.
„Hello Alice. We were afraid something has happened to you. Sandra nearly called a police to look out for you. "He said with a little bit of joking tone.
„Am I that late?" I asked back even though I was sure I am not more than 20 minutes late. „Well I guess it is better late than never, right? "I smirked at him and he invited me inside. I have to admit, his house has made quite an impression on me. It was no villa for sure, but if I would have to guess, I would give it an upper-middle class ranking. I had handed him over two bottles of wine I brought to get Sandra drunk and more talkative.
„I am sorry for all the mess Al, but I have tried to clean it here as much as I could. This place is just so big and way too messy." Said a female voice behind Richard. Sandra looked quite stressed but boy, if that place was not clean then I could not imagine what is. I knew my friend is very strict when it comes to hygiene, so it did not surprise me though. Her boyfriend just smiled and raised shoulders. Then he showed Sandra the bottles and she half-jokingly half-disturbingly said:
„Al, you know I cannot drink much!"
Oh I knew. She certainly was not a strong drinker. One glass of wine got her tipsy so much, you would not believe. Second one usually gets her so hyper-active and after third one, she becomes completely different person. I saw her drunk only two times in my life and those were always the best stories to tell. She was always embarrased about them even though nothing so bad really happened.
I just smiled back and her and said „Don't worry Sandra, we are here to look after you." I meant it as joke but she really seemed worried.
They took me to a huge kitchen/living room where a lot of food and drinks have been prepared. It was really sight for sore eyes. Sandra went all out preparing for my visit. She knew that I like food a lot and both of us were blessed with high metabolism, so we did not have to hold back. We have opened first bottle of wine and dug into the food. It was really delicious. First few hours we have talked about variety of different topics from athletics, school, expected trip to Britain etc. During this time, me and Richard have finished first bottle of wine while Sandra has barely touched hers. I did not want to push her, but it was kind of ruining my hopes.
„Don't you like it?" I asked her, pointing at half full glass of wine.
„It is really good." She responded.
„Why don't you drink then?" I asked again.
„You know why Al! It always ends wrong when I drink. I do not want to puke everywhere again." She answered and I have noticed an interested eye from Richard who seemed to hear about it for the first time.
„Okay, okay, we will stop drinking then. It is no fun if you do not join us." I said hoping to appeal on her guilt which worked.
„But it will be your responsibility if it gets messy." With that comment Sandra finished the glass and Richard stood up and went to open another. Before he returned, I silently asked my friend.
„You did not tell him our drinking stories?"
„Of course not. They are embarrassing and I do not remember much of it anyways. I hope you will not take videos this time!"
„I promise. But still, you worry too much. Nothing bad happened really. So what? You got drunk. Talked some nonsense, kept laughing to silly things and then puked. There are worse things that could happen you know?" I tried to cheer her up.
„If you say so." She said silently and during that time Richard has returned with another bottle.
„So what are you two ladies talking about?" he asked while pouring the wine to our glasses. We were both silent as I did not want to embarrass Sandra and she did not want to tell. But then she has decided to speak.
„About how I got drunk."
„Care to share the story?" He had handed us the glasses. Sandra took a long sip and told him about how we got drunk at party last year, how we got lost and peed in dark on the road. How we mistakenly knocked on our trainer's door and got yelled at. And then how we both talked nonsense to our older co-athletes at our room.
„And she had to record everything on camera!" she pointed at me „And then, I do not remember much, but according to everyone, I had puked all over the place."
Richard looked unmoved but what he had just heard. „Well at least you had fun. Worse stories happened to me during my university years."
„Like what?" Me and Sandra asked both nearly the same time. So he told us few stories which were as wild as they were disgusting. We have not even noticed, but we have finished the second bottle while he was talking. Sandra stood up and went to the toilet. I had noticed, she was stumbling a little even though she had just 3 or 4 glasses of wine. During the time, I told Richard that I remember him from the soccer and he admitted that my name sounded familiar to him. When my friend had returned, she had drunken smile all over her face.
„Richard, tell Al how we have met! Al, you got to hear this, it soooo funny." She said while patting me on my shoulders. I knew she is already in different person stage.
