It wasn't late - some time after 10pm. I rang the doorbell with one hand while using the other arm to prop up Julie.
We'd been out celebrating the end of our university exams - I was 18 years old, first year exams finished and now just waiting for the results. I'd gotten to know Julie when she was assigned to me for my chemistry tutorial - she was a second year student tasked with helping the freshers get through the build up to the first year exams. She was 20, average height, freckled face and shoulder length red hair. She'd moved to the city at the start of the year and kept to herself for most of the time while she studied, so despite spending quite some time together we weren't much more than casual friends. Then out of the blue, the day the final exam finished she asked me out.
"Let's get wasted and celebrate!" she'd said - coincidentally this particular Friday was the final exam for borh first and second year students. She was shy-but-cute and didn't have many friends at college so I thought 'why not?'
I was the shy type myself - I was at uni in my home town, had friends but they were all still away at their own colleges for the next week or two which left me at a loose end this particular night. I was still almost-a-virgin (having had sex once, with my older sister's friend at a party, but barely able to remember it) and I will admit that after she'd suggested we go out I'd had idle thoughts all afternoon about maybe getting it on with her.
Though it seemed that wasn't to be the case. We'd hit a few pubs, then bumped into a few guys I went to school with in the park who were drinking neat vodka. We'd shared a drink with them but it looked like Julie acquired a bit of a taste for the Russian stuff, and half hour later she was having trouble staying upright. So there I was - after getting her address out of her I stood ringing the bell while keeping her from falling over. There was no reply after nearly a minute and I was about to ring again when the door clicked open and stood 2 inches ajar with a woman's face peering out from behind it.
"Er... hi. Julie had a little too much to drink..." I stammered.
The door opened further and she said, "Are you Mike?" to which I nodded. "Nice to see she picked someone gentleman enough to get her home safely! Come in." The door opened fully and I helped Julie across the threshold and past her mother who was wearing a dressing gown.
"She told me she was going out with a Mike tonight... first guy she's been out with since we moved here," she said as we both assisted Julie through the hallway towards the stairs. The stairway was wide, just enough for us to support her an arm either side as we ascended. Nearing the top, she continued, "Did she have vodka?"
"Didn't think it was all that much, but..."
"Damn, she should know better - last time she tried it we got the same result." Right at the top step her Mum stepped-up ahead of me and turned around to face us, so she could pull Julie up to the landing. Bad timing - at that exact moment I lost my grip and Julie started to fall back. In drunken instinct she reached out to grab something, catching the belt of her Mum's gown and opening the front of it.
I glimpsed lovely pert breasts with at least one piercing, a smooth flat pale-skinned belly and an absence of hair where her legs met. Then quick as a flash she'd leaned forward and grabbed her daughter, heaving her upwards onto the stairway landing. I regained my composure and again we were either side of Julie, moving towards a bedroom doorway. A sideways glance revealed her Mum's gown was still open, but facing the same direction meant I couldn't see anything. She caught me looking though, and in the second before I looked away she gave me a small smile.
We entered the darkened bedroom and laid her onto the bed. In the light being cast from the doorway I saw her Mum's silhouette tying up her belt again. As we left the room and headed downstairs she said "I'm Becky by the way. Thanks for getting her home... I guess that's messed up your night hasn't it?"
"Don't worry about it," I said, "just glad she's safe."
"Least I can do is offer you a drink before you go - like a beer?"
I nodded and she led me to the lounge then disappeared through into the kitchen while I sat into an armchair. She returned holding two open Budweisers and handed me one before sitting on the large sofa opposite me. She was short-to-average height, pale skinned with very ginger hair at shoulder length. I'd already seen she was medium build when her robe came undone - not big but curvy - and I realised she looked a lot like her daughter.
"How was the final exam?" she asked, and while we drank our beers we talked about uni, the city and the trials of student lifr. We finished our drink simultaneously which was her cue to get us another each. When she returned and we both had a new beverage she sat and there was a silence. I always speak without thinking when there's an awkward silence, and so:
"Did the piercing hurt when you had it?" Oops! Probably shouldn't have...
"Yeah but it didn't hurt for long. Now it makes my nipple lovely and sensitive." Another pause. "I'm still considering getting the other one done," she said, "but like the asymmetry of just the one."
I wasn't at all expecting what came next! Her shoulders slid out of the gown and it slipped to her waist, exposing her entire top-half. "What do you think?" Her breasts were small enough to not be dangling but big enough to give her a definite cleavage (at least if she was clothed she would have!). Her right nipple had a horizontal bar through it and her whole chest was covered in small brown freckles.
"Erm... very... I mean... lovely!" I think my mouth was hanging open!