It's only ever happened to me once - I was about 22/23 years old at the time and had just split up with my first wife and was feeling pretty low. I went to a friend's birthday party at a pub in london, then onto a club. I was hitting on a gorgeous girl all night (but what a waste of time that was - a mutual friend informed me that she was a lesbian. Doh!) So I just continued having a good time, drinking and dancing.
At about 2am I decided to leave to get the nightbus home and went to say goodbye to my friend whose birthday it was. He was saying goodbye to a few other people (2 girls and a guy) who were on their way home, and I ended up walking out with them. One of the girls and the guy got a cab to north london, leaving me and Beth (who had a broken arm in a plaster cast!) chatting. She was a petite tomboy but pretty blonde and was wearing a strappy black dress. It turned out that she was getting a taxi to Putney - I was going in the same direction but further out, so we agreed to share the cab, but by the time we got to her place, she'd invited me in for a drink - I couldn't refuse!
She warned me that she lived with a male flatmate who she was having an on/off relationship with and that I'd have to say I was her brother to avoid a conflict if he was around. To be honest, I was probably a bit naiive back then, and though we were just going to have a drink and then I'd leave - I didn't think it'd be a problem if this guy was there. Well, he was there, and he was not happy at my intrusion until Beth introduced me as her brother - then he eased up a little and went and put the kettle on for tea.
Beth got the vodka out and carried on drinking but I wasn't sure I wanted anymore so went out to the kitchen to ask the flatmate if he'd mind me having a coffee as I'd need to sober up before getting the bus (I'd run out of money for another cab!). But Beth came into the kitchen at that point and put her good arm round me saying "I haven't seen you for ages, bro. We got lots to catch up on - stay the night!"
The flatmate (all credit to him for trying) jumps in at this point saying "Yeah, have my bed!"
I look at Beth and realise that the flatmate (I think his name was Graham, but can't remember that detail!) wants me to have his bed so he can sleep with Beth - she also realises this and asks "And where will you be sleeping??"
He grins but goes red and starts mumbling something about "our relationship"
And Beth goes nuts at him.... really ripping him a new arsehole about how he treats her and never does any washing up and is always hogging the TV. In the end, he retreats and goes to bed and Beth takes me by the hand and leads me into her bedroom.
In the bedroom, Beth cries her eyes out for ten minutes, drinks more vodka, talks to me (like I was her best girlfriend) about men and how they treat her so badly, then passes out... I take off her shoes and put her in the recovery position (not easy with an arm in plaster) and am almost out the front door when I realise I've left my jacket in the sitting room. I close the front door again and go back for my jacket, but on my way back to the front door again, I catch the flatmate about to go into Beth's room. As he catches sight of me he mumbles an excuse about checking on Beth as he though he heard me go.
In that split second, I decide that leaving a passed out drunk girl in the flat with this guy is not going to end well.
I tell him that I was just getting my jacket as it had my phone, then I head back into Beth's room saying 'goodnight' to the jerk.
I sleep on the floor and wake at 11am with a stiff neck and a headache. Beth is not in bed.
A few minutes later, she walks in (wearing a bath robe now, not her dress!) and after re-introducing myself, she says "God - what happened last night? Did we...?"
I tell her that no, we didn't but that I stayed because I was worried that her flatmate might take advantage of her drunk state.
She told me he'd gone out already and asks me if I need to use the shower. I say no, it's fine I should be going - young, naiive and not wanting to outstay my welcome. But Beth unties her bathrobe and lets it fall open. "Are you sure?" she asks, "I'm going to have one myself."
Now this was not as sexy as it sounds because we had to put a bin bag over her arm to stop her cast getting wet... So we decided to skip the shower and went straight to bed. I had a slight problem in that I couldn't get an erection, so I spend a long time kissing her stroking her and gave her two orgasms using my tongue. She had a perfect pussy - short blonde hair and bright pink lips with the longest clit I've seen in real life, about an inch long and very erect - I sucked it like a mini-cock while fingering her arse for her second orgasm.
By now I was hard as iron and she gave me a beautiful blow job, sucking my balls (and returning the finger up the arse) until I came in her mouth. I was lucky that despite my "late riser" it was one of those occasions where I maintained an erection after ejaculation, and when she realised I was still 'up' for it, she happily rummaged in her drawer for a condom and we had wild sex. She was so light that I was able to fuck her all over the flat without her feet touching the ground -although the darn plaster cast kept getting on the way!
We slept until three in the afternoon and then called in a pizza. Before I left, we fucked again - by now her flatmate had returned and Beth took great pleaseure in making lots of sex noise - at several points yelling things like "Fuck me, big brother" A strange twist, but it all added to the excitement!
I took her number and we met a few times after that, had sex once more, but ultimately we didn't have anything in common that would lead to a lasting relationship and it died out after a few dates.
Fin
