As we stood outside in the cold autumn air waiting for Maureen to bring the car around, I knew that I had to say something to clean up this mess that I had created. In many ways my behavior was no better than Amy’s. “Allison … I … um … I’m sorry.” I stammered.
“It’s okay.” She responded lightly. “Tequila it makes you horny and stupid.”
“Friends?” I asked hesitantly. To my relief she nodded yes and we gave each other a hug. The gesture should have been quick and friendly. But we seemed to melt into each other. “You feel good.” I whispered into her chest.
“So do you.” She murmured sweetly in reply as she rested her chin atop my head. I could feel our hearts beating together. Suddenly Allison jumped back pushing me away from her. “Whoa!” She gasped in horror.
I could not believe what I had just done. “Didn’t I just finish apologizing for this?” Allison started to chew on her bottom lip. It was a strange sight seeing the normally composed giant woman looking like a schoolgirl. We both stood in silence lost in our own thoughts until Maureen drove up. I climbed into the back of the mini van and listened to the chatter in the front seat. The traffic was much lighter at this hour and the return trip was far more relaxing. Although I am not certain I may have nodded off once or twice during the journey.
When we arrived back at our home I quickly exited the vehicle. Unfortunately the effects of the tequila rear it’s ugly head and redefined gravity. Just as I was certain that my face was about to be introduced to the sidewalk I felt strong arms wrap around me. “Easy there Tex.” Allison comforted me. “I guess you don’t have your sea legs yet?” She teased.
“Yeah.” I groaned. “It’s a good thing you warned me about the margaritas or I could have made a complete ass out of myself.” I blushed as I mentally recalled my actions.
“No worries.” Allison laughed. “Let’s get you inside.”
I teetered up the staircase as Allison held onto me. “I could have sworn that I was beginning to sober up.” I groaned. “Hey how come you aren’t drunk?”
“Who’s says I’m not.” Allison protested. “Trust me if I let go of you … I would probably end up going down these stairs ass over tea kettle.” I eyed her suspiciously. “Uh huh.” I added as she searched for her keys. Once inside the apartment Allison guided me to the bedroom. She gently laid me down on the bed and took off my shoes. “You will be more comfortable here. I will take the couch.” She explained.
“No.” I protested childishly all sense of reasoning departed as I pulled her towards me.
Allison stumbled landing on top of me. I felt her body pressing closer to mine. I looked into those deep blue orbs as she lowered her face to mine. Our lips were so close to touching I could feel her breath on my skin. I hated when these feelings would over take my sense of reality. But I was helpless to resist. “It was the alcohol.” I reasoned. “Just like the other times I felt this way. What about Gigi?” My inner voice questioned. “We were kids. It was nothing. Not to her.” Although my mind was screaming to stop my body had other ideas. I raised my head and brushed her lips gently with my own. The heat from the gentle caress was overwhelming. I reach up and pulled her into me. Parting my lips I invited her in. Allison accepted my invitation eagerly. The kiss deepen as our bodies pressed against each other. Without realizing it I opened my legs as her thigh nestled between them. Soon our hips began to move in rhythm. “This feels so right. For the first time in my life I am on fire. For the first time I know that I can let go.”
Allison gasped for air as she broke away from my lips. I looked into her eyes and I knew that I wanted her. I reached up and unbuttoned her jacket. I gently slid it off of her shoulders. I could see the passion in her eyes as she gazed down at me. She lowered herself and began to unbutton my blouse. In response I reached up and fulfilled a fantasy that had been running through my head all evening. My fingers began to caress the silk camisole. Soon the touch of silk wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel her. Running my hand down the silk garment until I could feel the tight muscles of her stomach. I gently tugged the camisole out her pants and ran my hand up her tight body.
While I was preoccupied with my own explorations Allison had managed to not only open my blouse but had unclasped my bra as well. My nipples harden as she lifted the garment up and exposed my breast to the cool night air. She moaned in pleasure as I gently cupped her breast taking her already erect nipple between my fingers teasing it gently. Our hips began to dance together once again. I was mesmerized as I watched her lower her mouth to my breast. “Harder… .” I begged as she began to suckle my nipple. I moaned with pleasure as I arched my back trying to offer her more.
Suddenly she stopped and pulled herself away turning her back to me. I caught her by the shoulders and turned her back to me. As I pulled her body towards mine my hands resumed the exploration. This time they roamed much further down her body. I began to unbutton her pants and lower the zipper. She closed her eyes and pressed into me. Slowly I began to slide her pants down her body. As I pulled them lower I allowed my hands to explore her tender flesh. My heart raced as I realized that this was what I had been waiting for my entire life.
“NO!” Allison protested suddenly pulling herself away. With that one word there was no longer any room for debate. In silence I laid there as she sat on the edge of the bed unable to look at me. The events of the evening flooded over me. “What had I been thinking? I wasn’t thinking that was the problem!” “Oh God.” I sobbed. “I’m so sorry.”
Allison turned to me and caressed my face gently wiping away my tears. “Stephanie it is all right.” She said softly. “Hey don’t cry. I bet in the morning we will laugh about this.”
“I must be the worst house guest ever.” I sniffled.
“Oh yeah I just hate it when beautiful women want to make love to me.” Allison teased.
“Then why …” I began to say.
“Stephanie you are drunk and there are rules about that.” Allison stated firmly. “And even if you were sober …”
“I see.” I interrupted her explanation. “She isn’t interested in me that way.”
“No you don’t see.” Allison spoke with a sincere gentleness. “Even if we had not been drinking … . there is someone in your life.”
“Peter.” I gasped as the reality hit me. “How could I have brushed his memory away so quickly?”
“Peter.” She repeated in a heavy voice. “The fact that the person in your life is a man just brings up a whole new drama. And frankly I’m not up for it.”
“How could I ever explain this to Peter? How am I going to share an office with Allison every day not to mention live downstairs from her?” “What did I do?” I whispered as I ground my face into my hands. “Idiot!”
“Hey.” Allison whispered softly. “Give yourself a break here. Trust me I am not offended … you should have seen some of the stunts my kid sister pulled when she still drinking. Nikki could make a sailor blush. Stephanie please let it go. Personally I will not hold one night of tequila ruin our friendship. So you made a pass at me. Big deal it’s not like you kicked a puppy.”
“Tequila … horny and stupid.” I smiled as I wiped away my tears.
“I warned you about those margaritas.” Allison teased as she ruffled my short blonde locks. Suddenly even though there was just a few years between the two of us, I felt very young. “I remember my first experience with tequila. Back at Wellesley some of my sorority sisters were bored so they thought it would be a good idea to introduce me to Jose Cuervo.”