Olya's apartment was small, cozy, and filled with the aroma of stale cigarettes and spilled alcohol. The redhead stumbled around her living room, searching for something to take the edge off. She was out of vodka and out of money, but she was not out of options.
With a sigh, she picked up her phone and dialed her best friend's number. Richard answered on the third ring, his voice groggy with sleep.
"Richard, I need you," Olya slurred.
"What's wrong, Olya?" Richard asked, his tone immediately alert.
"I'm out of vodka," she replied, as if that explained everything.
Richard hesitated for a moment. "Olya, it's late. Can't this wait until tomorrow?"
Olya pouted, even though Richard couldn't see her. "Please, Richard. I'll make it worth your while."
Richard sighed. "Fine. I'll be there in ten minutes."
Olya grinned, already feeling better. Richard was always so easy to manipulate. She hung up the phone and stumbled into her bedroom to change.
When Richard arrived, he found Olya wearing nothing but a short robe and black transparent panties. She greeted him with a drunken smile and the two of them started drinking.
Richard, always one for a joke, asked Olya what his reward was for bringing the vodka. Olya, in her inebriated state, suggested that she'd cook something for him. But Richard had something else in mind.
He reached out and started kneading Olya's breasts, which were large and firm. Olya, always confident and in control, pushed him away and reminded him that she was in a relationship. But Richard didn't care.
He bent Olya's head down to his crotch and pulled out his dick. Olya, despite her weak resistance, started sucking on it. Richard, taking advantage of the situation, groped Olya's hips and ass under her robe.
Richard then knocked Olya onto the bed, opened her robe, and pushed her panties aside. Despite her weak protests, he started fucking her in the pussy. Olya's long legs twitched limply as Richard's dick pushed into her.
Richard accelerated and roared as he finished inside of Olya. He realized that Olya had also finished when he felt her pussy contracting around his dick. Richard pulled on his pants as Olya lies on the bed, cum dripping from her pussy.
Despite just cheating on her boyfriend, Olya didn't care. The main thing is that Richard brought the booze. And it turned out to be a good fuck. The two of them continued drinking as Olya sat on Richard's lap, and he groped her tits and stroked her pussy.
Olya, always the strong and controlling one, was very good with her best friend. She knew how to handle him and keep him in line. And Richard, always the joker, knew how to make Olya laugh and forget her troubles.
As the night wore on, the two of them continued to drink and fool around. But deep down, they both knew that their friendship was stronger than any fling they might have.
The chapter ended with Olya and Richard, still drunk and satisfied, passing out on the couch together. Their friendship may be unconventional, but it was one that would last a lifetime.
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