One time many years back I was at a party with a slightly odd friend of mine. She had a house party, got very drunk and fell asleep at the end of the evening with a fag burning away in her hands. I picked it out of her hands, stubbed it out and told her it was time for bed.
I took her upstairs, plopped her on her bed and said goodnight, but she asked me to undress her. So, I took off her jeans, socks and shoes, but not her tshirt. She then asked me to take that off, so I did. I told her I was *not* taking off her bra, but she insisted so I did, told her that her breasts were beautiful (they were magnificent), slipped her tshirt on and went downstairs, flatly refusing to take off her knickers. (I remember her being puzzled at why I should find her breasts so magnificent!)
In the morning she asked how she got into bed and undressed and I told her I'd done it. She was very embarrassed about it and upset. It was not a sexy event at all and am so glad I am not the kind of idiot to take advantage of a drunk woman. I'm pretty sure the state she was in, we could have had sex and she'd probably not even remembered it in the morning.
There was never any sexual attraction between us - she's very attractive, but a bit barking.
Weird time for sure.
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