It was the day of my 26th birthday party. I had been planning this day for a few months and was looking forward to tossing back a few (or several) drinks with my friends and boyfriend of 2 years after a long and sucky work week. I've been working as a pharmaceutical sales rep since I graduated from college five years ago and even though I had been killing it with my sales goals, all the long hours and traveling were starting to wear me down. The weekend was finally here and I could let loose! I had recently purchased my first grown-up house, a single family home (even though I lived on my own) on a secluded block. It was a beautiful home that I used my yearly bonus check to put a down payment on. I planned to use my next bonus on an in-ground pool, I just needed to make sure I continued doing well at work, which meant buying more tight/short skirts and flirting with the doctors relentlessly.
Who cares though, I dress a little slutty for them, they order lots of my company's products - we all win! I can see it from their leering smiles that they love seeing me walk into their office with my short pencil skirt, tight white button down blouse with my B cup titties popping out of the middle button and sexy black high heels strutting towards them and leaning over to show off my tight body and round ass. My oval Asian eyes make me look very sexy and exotic which I always play up, I've learned there are lots of men out there with an Asian fetish. Most of the Doctors would make advances towards me, assuming I was a filthy freak and I let them think that if it meant my commission check would be bigger! I would let them grab my ass or give them a sneak peek at my perky and round beautiful tits.
Anyway, since my yard was huge and my backyard was perfect for hosting, and because I didn't have any real neighbors close by, I decided to throw a house party and invited about 20 of my friends from work/college to come and celebrate with me. We were all starting to get sick of the bar scene, they're just packed with too many 21 year old drunk bitches spilling their cranberry vodka drinks on you and yelling at their equally drunk friends who can barely stand. This year we were staying in, getting wrecked the fuck up and because my house has so many spare bedrooms people could easily get drunk and pass out at my place.
It was summertime and the weather was perfect for an outdoor BBQ. My boyfriend, Kyle, and a few of my close friends came over around 6pm to help me set up before everyone else arrived at 8pm. We had tables and chairs set up for people to sit and eat, a grill fired up with chicken and steak kabobs, coolers full of beer and wine coolers and cornhole in case the guys wanted to play a game. As my friends started to arrive, I quickly ran upstairs to my bedroom to change clothes. I shimmied on a pair of very short white shorts that barely covered my round tan ass cheeks and decided to go bra-less with a sexy black crop top that showed off my flat stomach. I slipped on a pair of converse shoes and ran back downstairs and out the back door to join the party, which was now in full swing!
Kyle made sure a new beer was in my hand whenever I ran low. He was such a wonderful boyfriend. He had helped me plan the entire party and even though I'm the independent lone-wolf type, I had fallen head over heels for him. We were even talking about taking the next step in our relationship by having him move in. We had been together for a couple years but he was still so flirty with me. All night he would wrap his arms around my waist and kiss my neck or smack my ass when I walked by. We were the perfect pair and we were also getting pretty drunk.
As the night went on, people filtered in and out of the house. I did a few shots with my friends and we danced on my back patio with the music blasting as we laughed and giggled about the boys watching us. They stood in clusters near the beer coolers, probably talking sports and watching us girls get drunk and silly. After another round of shots, I looked around to find Kyle and saw him talking with some of my guy friends as well as his best friend, Tim.
I didn't invite Tim, I never do when Kyle and I make plans. There's just something about him I don't like. As far as looks go, he's a good looking guy. He's a little taller than Kyle (who's 6 feet) and towers over my 5 feet tall body. A couple of my friends have asked me to set them up with him, but they're always crushed when they find out he's married with a kid. By all accounts, here's perfectly normal. I've even met his wife and we get along really well, but he irks me for some reason, maybe because I feel like he's always staring at me. It makes me so uncomfortable.
"Ugh, great" I muttered to myself when I saw him. I decided that another drink would make me forget about it. I continued chatting my with girlfriends as we caught up about the latest gossip and laughed about their latest hookups. Each time I glanced over at Kyle, I would catch Tim staring right at me. It made me blush and quickly turn away.
It was starting to get late, it was well after midnight and everyone was properly sloshed. A couple girls had already passed out on my couches and even a few one-night-only couples split off from the crowd and drunkenly made their way to a spare bedroom for some sexy time. The only people still partying were me, Kyle and Tim.
We had all made our way back into my house. Kyle was sitting on the recliner chair in my living room and I was sitting on his lap. His eyes kept rolling into the back of his head and I knew he was about to pass the fuck out. Tim was sitting on the couch watching tv with one of my friends who was passed out curled up in a ball next to him.
"Baby? Baby come on," I said to Kyle. "Don't pass out down here, let's go upstairs to bed." I tried shaking him and even slapped his face a little, but he was officially zonked out. He never snores unless he's black out drunk and he was snoring very loudly, right in my face.
I was drunk, but sure as hell wasnt going to sleep on his lap. I was going to my bed, even if I had to sleep there alone. I scooted my drunk self off Kyle's lap and tried to stand up.
"Ha, you ok there?" Tim asked me as he laughed. I was stumbling all over the place.
"Mmmhmm, yeah I'm fine." I snarled back at him. I didn't want this guy to sleep at my house, but there was still room on my large sectional couch for him and I'd feel awful if he got a DUI, so I figured it was best that he stay.
"Goodnight, little Kiiya" he smiled at me as I stumbled out of the living room and headed up the stairs to my bedroom.
As soon as I opened my bedroom door I walked straight to my bed and fell face down on my mattress. I didn't even bother changing my clothes or washing my makeup off. I just wanted to sleep.
I closed my eyes and just as I was about to drift off, I thought I heard the stairs creek. I figured it was just my drunk imagination so I shut my eyes again. I must not have shut my bedroom door because I didn't hear it open, but I did hear it close and lock. This time I was sure of what I was hearing. I turned around to face up on my bed and saw Tim standing by my door.
"What are you doing?!" I yelled. "Get the fuck out!!"
Before I could continue yelling he ran towards the bed and jumped on top of me, pinning me down on my back while straddling my waist. He put one hand over my mouth and his other hand around my neck.
"Shut up!" He hissed at me. "Shut the fuck up!"
I was choking. I needed air. I quickly nodded my head in agreeance hoping he would take his hand off my neck. He released his grip and I gasped for air.
"Tim...what...what are you doing??"
"Ive been waiting to do this for a long time," he said.
"What?? What do you mean??? Please, just get off me and let me go. I'm sure it's just a drunken mistake," I said hopefully.
