Top Floor, YG Building.
Eight of us to a corridor. This gal lived opposite my room, on the top floor of YG in North Wales.

I was 18, she was 23. She also smoked and drank almost every day, which will be relevant later on. As a person she was quite safe, I mean, we were friends, but not friends in those circumstances. Just she wasn't well, fit. She wasn't a munter either to be fair, I just wasn't into it in the wake of a headfucking breakup at Xmas.

Until the late nights.

I'm of these nocturnals who sleep in til 10-12 almost everyday if I can, going to sleep only at 4 in the morning. She comes in at 1am, absolutly drunk and horny. She raps on my door. And then again. Loudly. I open the door and peer round.

Cue loud longing moaning and a growl of "Y'reee sexy Fox..."

Ohshit. I gently push her away to bed, as the good friend I am. End of situation? Oh no m'dears.

Two weeks later, she does the same trick, albeit earlier in the evening. This time she moans even louder that she was really horny and that she wanted me to "satisfy her". I again told her to get some sleep and closed the door on her. Another knock and polite fox I am, I open it. She's been there for all of the past minute.

Go. To. Bed. I say. And close the door. WHAM! She's only gone and jammed her foot in the door, arm reaching - trying to grope at me! I somehow manage to push her away and send her back to her room...after she'd tried to come into my just like that, unlocked door and all.

Another knock and whining moan. By now I'd put the bolt on my door. She was banging and thrashing and moaning loudly, and people were reportedly poking their heads out to see what the blazes was abroad. I on the other paw, was barricaded, terrified in my room!

Another soft knock and then something being slipped under my door. Followed by "There y'gow when yeh ready foxy". It was only a condom being given to me!

That did it. Barricading and both bolts on my door put on, I settled down to watch my Slayers NEXT instead.

End? Not quite. One night we were in her room. She'd had a bit to drink but not too much, I surmised. Watching TV...she slips an arm up my back and lies down with me. I'm getting tired, so I lost it. I started to drowse off, but then she grabs my hands and lets me fondle her assets under her shirt! (Not half bad either, I must confess). Cue then, moaning from her of how she wants me to fuck her hard and good. Close up, breathing on me....she smelt. It was like tar and sour lemon sweets mixed with stale beer. Icky icky! I'm cornered. Or am I?

Back massages and neck massages. Thank the bloody Gods for them, I say! Basically, I relaxed her into a calm sleep, lain beside her...and then I stealthily, ninja-tastically departed from her room, naviagting through the junkheap that cluttered her floor without a sound. And retreated to my room and locked myself in again. The End.

Not quite. I find out later that had we made the beast with two backs, she might not have been happy.

I'm just one of these honourable types who won't deceive a drunk woman. Mrf.

PS. I am not gay.
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