Kevin unlocked his mailbox with the key and swung the door open at about 4:30 in the afternoon. Grabbing his mail and shuffling through it, he noticed a piece of mail for Denise, the girl who lived above him. It looked like a check so he decided that he would run it up to her. This happened once in a while since his suite was 225 and hers was 325. When she didn't answer the knock, he thought that he would leave her a note rather than leave the envelope there, as she had a firm door sweep which kept things from being slid under the door.
Descending the stairs and into his place, he grabbed a note pad and tape and went back up. He figured that she'd be home from work soon, and since it was Friday, the check might be timely. The note that he scrawled said "mail for you at 225 - Kevin" and he taped it to her door. After returning home, he hung out watching TV and kept thinking that she would show up any time but eventually, he forgot about it. His second beer mellowed him enough that he fell asleep in front of the tube. The clock said 11:42 when he woke up and, after a quick piss, cracked a third beer.
Sitting back down in front of the screen, he felt energized after the nap and flipped through some channels, sipping the cold beer. A light knock at the door got him up and he opened the door to see Denise. "Hi Kevin! I got your note!" she said cheerfully and obviously drunk, waving the note. He had answered the door holding the beer and she sang "Oh can I have a drink too?" before he could respond about the note.
"Sure! What'll you have?" he asked.
"What have you got?" she replied.
"Well, I have beer, gin, whisky and vodka." he rattled off.
"I'll have vodka!" she said sounding drunk. "What do you have for mix?" she added.
"In the fridge." he told her. "Here's your mail. It looked like a check so I wanted you to get it without too much of a delay."
She pulled lemonade out of the fridge and put it on the counter, thanking me profusely for the mail, then taking it and putting it in her purse. "Could you make it for me? I think I'll spill it badly." she said, laughing.
"Yeah, no problem." he said "Vodka and lemonade?"
"Right!" she said raising her hands and laughing.
Denise was a pretty hot looking girl with excellent proportions, but tiny. Tiny has always turned Kevin on. At about 5 foot 4 inches and maybe 105 pounds, it seemed like 10 of those pounds were tits! She had a sweet ass too, compact, and firm looking, and her small waist accentuated her hips and tits to look bigger than they were. She was in her early 20s but looked like she was 10 years younger, only with a fully developed body. When Kevin first saw her after moving into the building, he thought "Jesus! What kind of vitamins are they taking these days?"
He asked her if she wanted him to hang up her coat and she pulled it off quickly, revealing her hot little frame. She must have gone out after work because she was wearing a small shiny top with another top that draped over it, and he admired it as he took her coat to the closet. She had a black skirt made from stretchy material about mid thigh length that hugged her curves.
Kevin poured the drink a bit stiff on purpose and handed it to her, checking out her body at every opportunity. She was definitely on the giddy side and talked a lot so he guessed that she was partying hard prior to getting home. He put on a music channel and she was into it, dancing a bit, chatting and steadily drinking. He topped her drink up when she got back from the washroom and she hit it again immediately.
Every time she would empty her glass or get low, he would pour her more vodka and lemonade, but after he finished his beer, he would fill his beer bottle with water. Her slurring got worse, as did her stumbling and soon, her energetic persona was replaced with a staggering, careful foot placement, 'hold onto something to keep from falling' persona. "Could you help me to your wash room?" she slurred quietly.
"No problem." he offered "Take it easy." and lead her to it. She closed the door and was inside for about 5 minutes or so. When he heard the door open a few minutes later, he said "Do you need help?" and he could hear her saying something but couldn't make it out. He went to her and led her back to the couch, his hand on her waist as he walked with her, his other hand holding hers. "Do you want me to help you to your place?" he offered, seeing her eyelids hanging a bit. He thought of her firm waist and moved his hand on it a little as he eyed her tits.
"Maybe...but if I just sit here a minute..." she trailed off. Kevin turned the music down a bit so it was just lowly filling the room. Denise had leaned way back and looked like she was falling asleep. Her tits looked great just slowly rising and falling, a bit mashed into that shiny thing that held them. He spoke to her about every minute or so and she mumbled back to him as he looked at her thighs and the hem of her skirt.
Eventually she wasn't responding to his conversation at all so, after she was there with her eyes closed a while, he moved toward her and said her name a few times. She had no reaction, so he moved closer and gave her shoulder a little shake as he said her name. Once again, no response. As he shook her shoulder and her eyes stayed closed, he found himself looking down at her tits again, gently moving, then down over her hips and thighs. His cock twitched and lengthened and he felt anxious, his heart was beating hard and his breathing was heavy from adrenaline.