When I was 25, I lived alone in a one bedroom apartment in a rather large apartment complex with 1, 2, and 3 bedroom units. I had moved there after breaking up with a long-time girlfriend, and was enjoying being a single, independent adult for the first time in my life.
One Saturday night, I had decided to stay at home, mainly because I had just paid the rent, and my cash flow situation was not very good at the time. I would much rather have gone out and tried to get laid, but my better judgment told me it was not a good idea that week.
After fixing myself dinner, I stayed up for a while and watched a couple of movies on cable, then decided to call it an early night and get a good night's sleep. I showered and went to bed at about 11:00 (too early for a Saturday night, I thought), and after a little tossing and turning, I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to hear someone knocking on my door, and when I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it read 2:00 in the morning. I threw on my jeans, and answered the door.
The last thing in the world I expected to see was what I saw when I opened the front door.
Standing right in front of me was a tall, slender, gorgeous brunette, and she was dressed to kill. She was wearing a short black leather skirt, platform shoes, and a black leather jacket, under which I could see a low-cut white tube top that she obviously had to keep pulling up, because her tits were big enough to keep working it down.
"Hi", I said, "what can I do for you?"
She said, "I'm Marie...Did Starkey get here yet?", and I could tell that she'd been out drinking. I could smell tequila on her breath, and she was not only slurring her words when she spoke, but she was slightly swaying back and forth as she stood there.
I quickly figured out what had happened....she had gone to the wrong apartment. I knew Starkey was a pot dealer who lived in the same apartment complex, and obviously this girl was looking to buy some pot from him.
"Starkey's not here", I said, and I was about to tell her she was at the wrong place, when she started walking (or rather, weaving) thru the door.
"Cool, I'll just wait for him - he said he wouldn't be very long. You must be his roommate. He said you'd let me in and fix me a drink if I had to wait for him", she said, and before I could react, she was inside and heading for my couch. She sat down and put her car keys on the coffee table, then looked at me with that glazed look that people get when they're drunk.
I decided that I had to get rid of her...this just had too much potential for trouble, for several reasons. For one thing, I knew enough to know that Starkey was definitely not somebody to mess with, and if he found out that I had caused him to lose any business, he'd come after me. If, on the other hand, I just told her to leave, in her inebriated state, she could very well get in an accident, and I wasn't so sure that I would not be found liable for sending a drunk driver on the road.
I decided that my best course of action would be to get dressed, leave her here for a few minutes, and get either Starkey or his roommate to come over here and get her out of my apartment.
"I'm going to go get Starkey, I'll be back in just a couple of minutes, ok?", I said as I put on my shirt and shoes.
"Okay", she said, "but why don't you fix me a drink before you go?"
I figured that another drink wouldn't do her any more harm at this point, and it would also assure that she'd stay put long enough for me to come back with someone to take her out of there. I went into the kitchen and looked in the cupboard. All I had in there was a pint bottle of tequila, and it was only half full, but I figured it would be more than enough to occupy her for the short while that was needed.
"Is tequila all right?", I asked.
"Yeah, that's what I drink...I like straight shots."
I didn't have a shot glass, and I just wanted to go get someone to get rid of her, so I just handed her the bottle and told her I'd be right back.
I left her there on the couch with the TV on, and she seemed to be settling in with the tequila and a movie that was just starting, so I walked out the door and headed to Starkey's apartment on the other side of the complex.
When I got there, I noticed that Starkey's car wasn't there, but I knew that his roommate didn't have a car, so I tried knocking on the door anyway. After getting no response, I decided to come back in a little while and try again.
I was almost back to my apartment when I heard a car driving into the complex. I turned around and saw Starkey's car pull in and park. As I started walking back, I saw him and his roommate get out of his car and run into his place.
I was just about to cross the driveway to get to Starkey's when two police cruisers pulled up with their lights flashing. I immediately side-stepped behind some bushes that were next to the driveway, and I knew that there was no way they could have seen me.
The officers got out of their cars and walked to Starkey's door, and after a while they came out with Starkey and his roommate in handcuffs, put them in the two cars, and drove off with them.
"Great!", I thought as I walked back to my place, "What the hell am I supposed to do now?".
I got back to my apartment, and walked in to find the girl was still sitting on the couch, but she had passed out. I looked at the clock, and realized I was gone quite a bit longer than I thought I would be.
The tequila bottle was standing on the coffee table empty.
I tried talking to her, and got no response.
I gently tried to shake her to wake her up.
Still no response.
Then I noticed that she had taken off her shoes and jacket after I'd left, and her tube top had slipped down quite a bit, showing some serious cleavage and then some.
I stood there and looked at her, and thought it over. Nobody knew she was here - and in the morning, she wouldn't even remember being here herself. Starkey wouldn't have any gripe with me, since he had bigger things to be worrying about now.
I hooked up my headphones to the stereo, and placed them over her ears. I turned them up to full volume with the stereo off, then turned the stereo on for a full minute. The music in the headphones was loud enough to wake the dead, but she never even flinched. She was out of it, big-time!
I figured that I'd be safe if I took full advantage of the situation, and decided to go for it.
I went to my bedroom and came back with my polaroid camera. I took a shot of her lying there on the couch, then I pulled her tube top down to her waist and took another shot of her lying there with her tits out.
She had slid down on the couch from her sitting position, and her short skirt had slid up her thighs. I pulled her farther off the edge of the couch until I could flip her skirt up around her waist, and saw that she wasn't wearing any panties.
I stood back for a moment to survey my unexpected gift.
Her tits and her pussy were pale, with tan lines showing the style of bikini she wore during the day. Her tits were fairly large and perfectly smooth, with good-sized nipples and a slight bit of sag to them. Her pussy was very hairy, and obviously had never been shaved or even trimmed before.
I rolled her tank top farther down, then folded her skirt up over it, so that it looked like she was naked except for a wide black belt around her waist.
I took another picture of her lying there like that, then moved her feet on top of the coffee table with her legs spread wide open, then took another one.