Olya sat alone in her apartment, the room spinning around her as she clutched her empty vodka bottle. She cursed herself for finishing the last of her stash - she needed more, but her bank account was as dry as her throat. With a hiccup, she picked up her phone and dialed her best friend Richard's number.
Richard answered on the third ring, his voice groggy with sleep. "Olya, what's wrong? It's almost midnight."
"Richard, I need you," Olya slurred, her words running together. "I need... more vodka."
Richard sighed. "Olya, I can't just come over unannounced. What's in it for me?"
Olya's mind raced, trying to think of something to offer him. "I... I don't know. We'll figure it out when you get here."
There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Fine. I'll be there in twenty minutes."
When Richard arrived, he found Olya lounging on her couch in a short robe, her long legs stretched out in front of her. She was wearing nothing but black transparent panties underneath. Richard raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"Thanks for coming, Richard," Olya said, her words slightly less slurred now that she had a fresh drink in her hand.
"No problem. So, what's my reward for bringing you vodka?" Richard asked, his eyes locked on Olya's chest.
Olya blinked, trying to focus. "I... I don't know. I said we'd figure it out."
Richard stood up, crossing the room to stand in front of Olya. He reached out, his hand sliding under her robe to knead her breast. Olya tried to push him away, but her movements were slow and weak.
"Come on, Olya. You know what I want," Richard said, his voice low and husky.
Olya shook her head, but her resistance was half-hearted. Richard bent down, pulling her head towards his crotch. He released his dick from his pants, forcing it into Olya's mouth.
Olya's mind was foggy, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that was building between her legs. She sucked Richard's dick, her hands gripping his hips as he thrust in and out of her mouth.
Richard groaned, his fingers tangling in Olya's hair as he held her head in place. He could feel her resistance fading, her body giving in to the pleasure.
With a grunt, Richard pushed Olya onto the bed. He pulled her robe open, his hands sliding under her panties. He pushed his fingers into her pussy, feeling her wetness coat his fingers.
Olya's legs twitched as Richard's dick pushed into her. She was still drunk, but the pleasure was too intense to ignore. Richard accelerated, his hips slamming into hers as he roared with pleasure.
When it was over, Olya lay on the bed with her legs spread wide. Cum dripped from her pussy, but she didn't care. She had cheated on her boyfriend, but the booze and the pleasure had clouded her judgment.
Richard sat on the edge of the bed, his hand groping Olya's tit as he stroked her pussy. They continued drinking, their laughter echoing through the apartment.
Despite the questionable actions, Olya was still good friends with Richard. They continued their night of drinking and debauchery, their friendship stronger than ever. Olya's drunken state and willingness to cheat on her boyfriend showed her vulnerability, but Richard was there for her, ready to support her no matter what.
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