By Craig Bacardi
I still had no idea what happened. I have not seen a soul since I woke up. At first, I have been walking around the city inpanic, shouting, looking for any survivors. No success. Then I stopped shouting and just spent my days walking around the empty streets, taking whatever Ineeded from the vacant stores - food, clothes, a gun to protect myself. All thepeople were gone. There were cars abandoned in the middle of the street, as ifeveryone had just disappeared suddenly, without warning.
On the twelfth day, I saw a girl. She was the first living person I encountered, but when I called to her, she ran away and hid. I lookedfor her for an hour yelling at her to show herself, that she need not be scaredof me, but she didn't answer and she remained out of sight. Eventually I gaveup and I kept going. It must have been a few hours later when I noticed thatshe was following me from a distance. I yelled to her again, but her responsewas to disappear again. I did not even bother looking for her; it would have been pointless.
When night fell, I walked back to myshelter inside a shopping mall and made a small campfire from some furniture I broke up with a sledgehammer I took from a hardware store. As I sat therewrapped in a blanket, I assessed my options. There was no electricity anywhere,as far as I could tell, and no cars would start up, so I had to walkeverywhere. The nights kept getting colder and eventually I planned to movesouth where it would be warmer. But my priority was getting some sleep.
I was awakened by the cold. It happened almost every night when the fire burned out. I fumbled for my lighter and reignited what was left of the wood and put some fresh wood on top of it. Without the light of the fire, it was pitch dark inside at night. As soon as the wood caught fire I froze - there was a figure huddled on the other side ofthe campfire. I relaxed when I noticed it was the girl I saw earlier and shewas sleeping. I recognized her long dark hair, knowing that it was unlikely to be someone else. She was huddled up in a sleeping bag she must have found somewhere within.
I couldn't go back to sleep. For one, I didn't want to be asleep when the girl woke up, in case she would take off again or worse. I was paranoidand distrustful, not knowing what to expect from strangers in a situation likethis. For all I knew we were the only two people left alive. I wondered whatmotivated her to sleep next to my campfire, especially after she ran away from me twice before. Loneliness? Or did she feel safer with a stranger than she did alone?
As I waited for the morning to arrive and for the girl to wake up, I started to feel the urge to take a leakand the more I waited the worse it got. I finally I couldn't take it anymore, so I stood up quietly and walked down the hallway.
The restrooms were too dark without the lights and I decided to head for one of the exits. Once back inside, assoon as I rounded the corner onto the hallway where I had my campsite I noticed that the girl was gone. I stopped and looked around, but saw nothing. I wasgetting frustrated with her. She could have been the only other person aliveand she was playing hide and seek. I walked back to the campfire without a wordand started packing my stuff. I decided to start heading south and I wasn't going to wait around for this girl to make up her mind whether she wanted to come along with me or not. I didn't have time for stupid games, especially withwinter only a few weeks away. I didn't feel like walking around in foot deep snow.
I picked up my backpack and headed to the grocery store. I looked back once to check if the girl was anywhere insight, but I didn't see her. I grabbed a shopping cart, out of habit, and started walking back and forth in each aisle taking mostly canned food. Most perishables were spoiled and so was everything that was in the freezers and the refrigerators, which stopped working when the power was cut off. The whole place stank. I pushed the cart to the cash registers and unloaded everythinginto my backpack.
I suddenly heard footsteps behind meand turned just in time to see the girl emerge from one of the aisles. Shepaused when she saw me and we locked eyes. I didn't move or say anything and Iwatched as she walked to the stand in front of one of the cash registers andgrabbed a few packs of chewing gum and stuffed them into her pockets.
„I'm going south. You can come withme or you can stay here,“ I said and then waited for her to answer.
„I will go with you,“ she said quietly.
I examined her. She was young, inher early twenties by my reckoning and she was very pretty. She wore a long overcoat with two big pockets, but she had no backpack on her.
„Do you have any belongings?“ I asked her.
She shook her head. „No.“
„We should go shopping then,“ I offered. „Do you have any money?“
„What?“ She was taken aback. Like me, she was getting used to just taking whatever she wanted.
„I was joking,“ I slung my backpack over one shoulder. „Let's go.“
Without waiting for a response I took off back into the mall in the direction of the store I saw which sold baggage. She was following a few steps behind and I slowed down so she could catch up.
„Do you have a name?“ I asked her.
„Maria.“
I kept walking. „I would tell you mine, but I have no idea. I don't remember anything.“
„Are you serious?“ She was curious all of a sudden.
„Yeah. I don't even know what happened, where all the people went.“
„I don't know what happened either. I woke up and everyone was gone.“
She told me. „But I didn't forget my own name.“
„Lucky you.“
We arrived at the store I was looking for. „You'll need a backpack.“
She started looking through the selection. Most of them she looked at and then discounted, a few of them she removed from the rack to get a closer look at.
„Look, these are 50% off.“ She was holding up a backpack and grinning at me.
„Pick whatever you like, it's on me.“ I said. Then more seriously, I added: „You should get one with wheels, so you can just pull it after yourself instead of carrying it on your shoulders. Unless you plan to travel light.“
„I'll travel light.“
After about ten minutes she had something picked out, so we returned to the grocery store to get her some foodas well.
„Let's have breakfast and then we should get going,“ I suggested. „We'll have to travel more than 20 miles today.“
We ate in silence, but the initial between us tension was gone and I felt comfortable with Maria as if we had known each other for a while. Judging from her attitude towards me, she probably felt the same way. After we ate we took off.
The journey south was uneventful. We walked on the highway in silence, counting the miles. A few times we stopped to give our legs some rest and when we passed through a small town we went into a convenience store to have lunch. Then we got right back on the road and kept onwalking until darkness set in and Maria started to complain about being tired and her feet hurting. I was feeling tired as well, but we made it to the town I was hoping to reach that day so we found a supermarket and made camp.
This went on for a week and wecovered a lot of distance on foot. It was mid-afternoon when we reached a largecity and we started walking along the main street lined with stores and restaurants.
„You know,“ Maria said. „My birthday is tomorrow. Did you get me a present yet?“
„Oh. What would you like?“
„Nice clothes...“
„How old are you?“ I asked to changethe subject.
„I'll be turning twenty.“
„We'll go shopping tomorrow and thenwe'll throw a party,“ I decided.
She smiled and I could tell she wasexcited about the idea. For the rest of the afternoon and evening I refused to stop by any of the stores we passed, wanting to keep her waiting until the following day. It annoyed her, but she acquiesced and we followed our usualroutine. When it got dark, we found a convenience store to have dinner and we made camp. I started a small fire while Maria collected some food for both of us. She opened a few cans of spaghetti and spooned the contents into a frying pan to warm it up over the fire.
The next day Maria woke me up and announced that she was ready to go shopping. I rubbed my eyes and asked her what time it was. It was a rhetorical question, because neither of us had any idea. My watch did not work and neither did anything else that required electricity or batteries to operate. We picked up our stuff and decided to head further into the city. Maria stopped us whenever she saw a store that piqued her interest. Initially, I thought it would be an excruciating task to keep upwith her and not get bored while she was shopping, but I was wrong. At the very first store we visited, she disappeared between the racks of women's clothing while I sat down near the entrance and started reading a book I picked up at a bookstore a few days earlier. I figured I would let her enjoy herself. I knew my turn was coming, because I had plans of my own. Soon after I started reading, I heard Maria calling me from inside the store, so I put the book aside and went to her. She was standing in front of a mirror wearing a denim miniskirt and a low cut crop top. She looked incredible. When she saw my reaction she burst out laughing.
„Wow. Holy shit!“ I finally stammered, still trying to come to terms with what I was seeing. „Fuck me.“
That just made her laugh harder.
„God damn...“ I continued.
„Would I be correct if I concluded that you like this outfit?“ She teased.
„Yeah. Turn around.“
Maria grinned and spun around allowing me to take a look at her backside. She had a sexy round butt, which I figured was due to her Hispanic descent, and beautiful long legs. The skirt wasbarely long enough to cover Maria's ass. The top she wore was no less revealing. It ended just a few inches underneath her breasts, leaving her bellybutton and her stomach exposed and the neckline allowed for an unobstructed view of her cleavage. I could see that Maria enjoyed the attention just as muchas I was enjoying the view. She had a great body and she knew it. Her thin waist gave her a very feminine, hourglass figure and she looked great in anything she put on. She was anything but shy and it looked like she chose themost revealing outfits on purpose to get a reaction out of me. We must havespent at least a few hours in just that one store and soon we were both hungry,so we moved on. I offered to carry the shopping bag Maria stuffed with herfavorite clothing items and we headed to a store where we could find somethingto eat.
After a quick lunch, Maria wanted togo shopping again, so we took off and visited a few more stores. She kept teasing me with sexy outfits for the rest of the day, but she also tried on some more reasonable outfits - something we both needed. Whenever she wasn't busy entertaining me as she was trying on outfits, I spent some time looking for a new pair of pants and a few extra shirts. When Maria saw that I also picked items out for myself, she insisted I try them on and show her what I had. By the time it was dark, we were both exhausted and we agreed that we had a great time and it was time to find a place to make camp. I lead us into a bar, instead of a convenience store. When Maria asked why I did that Iexplained that we were going to celebrate her birthday. I made her sit down on one of the stools, and then went around the bar to take her order.
„What would you like to drink?“ Iasked, doing my best bartender imitation.
„I'll have a diet cola, please.“
„No no no! Wait a minute,“ I said, exasperated. „You're twenty years old, none of that non-alcoholic stuff for you.“
„Right. I'm twenty, not twenty one.“
„I'm changing the law,“ I announced. „Besides, it's your birthday and you need to get trashed.“
She considered for a moment and then said: „Okay. I'll have champagne, then.“
„Excellent choice,“ I said and turned around to look for a bottle of champagne. „I'm afraid we don't have anythat are chilled.“
I took a bottle off the shelf and brought it to her. „Will this do?“
„I don't know. They're all the same to me.“
„Let's try it,“ I said as I removedthe wrapping from the neck of the bottle and opened it. I took two champagne glasses off the shelf and poured two drinks.
„Cheers!“ I raised my glass. „Happy birthday.“
„Cheers!“
We both sipped our drinks smiling a teach other. Hers was a nervous smile; mine was more of a roguish smile. Of course I wasn't going to risk screwing up our friendship by taking advantage of her while she's drunk, but I planned to get her really drunk nevertheless. I finished my drink first, but she was soon done with hers as well.
„Okay, what's next?“
„What do you mean?“ she asked.
„I mean, what do you want to drink next?“
„I don't know.“
„Do you want me to pick something?“
„Okay.“
I turned back towards the bottles lined up behind me. „We'll go with something tasty. Let's drink some coconutrum.“
I grabbed a new glass, filled ithalfway and placed it in front of Maria.
„Try it.“
„You're not drinking?“ She hesitated.
„It's your birthday.“ I raised myempty champagne glass. „Cheers!“
„Cheers!“ She tasted her drink. „This is pretty good.“
„Great. Drink it!“
She lifted the glass to her lips and drained its contents.
„Do you want more of the same or would you like to try something new?“ I asked as soon as she put the glass down on the counter.
„Another?“ she gasped.
„Sure, why not?“ I asked.
„Are you trying to get me drunk?“
„Maybe,“ I said with a smile. „Have you ever been drunk?“
„One time, but just a little bit.“
„Okay. Well, you are twenty years old now. It's time to go all the way.“
She sighed. „Okay fine, but I don't want to puke.“
„Don't worry about that for now.“
She laughed. „That's easy for you to say.“
I was already pouring her more coconut rum, but this time it was a full glass.
„Okay, here we go,“ she said nervously. „Cheers!“
She drained half the glass in a few gulps and then set it down. I saw an opening and quickly filled it up to the rim.
„Hey! I didn't even finish it yet. “Maria said with mock outrage. She leaned forward and slurped some of the drink so that she wouldn't spill it when she lifted the glass. Then she lifted it and drank a little more. This time, when she finished drinking, she didn't set the glass down on the counter, afraid that I might fill it again. I laughed at her and she playfully lifted her hand as if she was going to hit me. I stepped out of range, so instead of taking a swing at me, she held the glass with both hands and drank some more until there was only a little bit left.
„Do you like that?“ I asked.
„Yeah, but I want to try something else. It's too sweet.“
„Do you want something stronger?“
„Umm... Like what?“
„Tequila shots or some whiskey...“
„Okay.“
I grabbed a bottle of tequila and placed it on the counter then looked around to see if there was any salt and lemons around. „Do you know how to drink tequila shots?“
„No.“
„What? You've never had tequila shots?“ I asked, surprised. All the lemons in the fridge were rotten. „Okay youknow what? Screw it. How about some whiskey?“
I didn't wait for an answer. I founda bottle of whiskey and as soon as she finished her coconut rum, I took the glass from her. I was trying to determine just how inexperienced she was when it came to drinking. I poured the whiskey slowly into the glass and I waited for her to tell me to stop, as she would have had she known how strong whiskey was. She didn't say anything so I filled the glass completely, then I pushed it towards her.
„Cheers Maria.“ I said, eager to see her reaction when she sampled her next drink.
„Cheers!“ She said, a bit too loudly, and then took a few big gulps. I burst out laughing when she jumped toher feet and started to cough, almost spilling her drink in the process.
„Are you trying to kill me?“ Maria asked, indignant. She sat back down and muttered: „Oh my god, this is horrible.“
„You have to drink it. It's yourbirthday.“
„It tastes bad.“
„Then chug it!“
„What?“
„Drink it quickly without holding it in your mouth. Then you won't feel the taste as much.“
„Okay.“
I liked her willingness to go along with what I said, so I promised her that her next drink will taste better.
„No more whiskey. Okay?“ she told me.
„Okay, but first, you have to finish that.“ I pointed at the glass in front of her.
„I will.“ Maria promised. She then took a deep breath and followed it with a pretty good first attempt at chugging. She finished about half the glass and made a face. „It burns my throat. I can feel it going down.“
„Yeah, it's strong stuff,“ Iadmitted. „You're half done, though. That actually wasn't bad for someone who never tried to chug before.“
That seemed to spur her on and she was ready to try chugging the rest of her whiskey. On her second attempt she almost finished it, leaving only a sip, which she quickly drank after she made a face at me.
„Not bad... for a girl,“ I teased,which was received with an annoyed glare. „I'm just messing with you. You are pretty good at this.“
My encouragement must have worked, because, to my surprise, she said: „I could drink a little more whiskey, I think.“
„Oh?“
„Like... maybe another half glass.“
I broke into a grin. „That's the spirit!“
I quickly poured her another half glass, before she could change her mind. When I pushed the glass in front ofher, she took a big breath as if to prepare for another chug and then burst out laughing.
„I can't believe you talked me into this.“ She took another breath. „Okay...“
She suppressed a smile and then quickly grabbed the glass and drained its contents. She made a face at the end, but she did not cough.
„Impressive,“ I granted. „Do you want something lighter next?“
„I don't know. I think I need to slow down a bit.“
I raised an eyebrow. „Why is that?“
„I'm getting dizzy... and full.“
I didn't want to push my luck, so I didn't insist on her having another drink. I knew she was far enough gone that she would be asking for more as soon as her stomach recovered from the initial onslaught of booze and expands a bit. Maria stood up swaying and grabbed the edge of the bar counter to steady herself. She gave me a reproachful look and said: „Look, you got me drunk!“
„Good.“
„Good?“ she gasped indignantly.„What...“
„Besides, you're not that drunk yet,“ I interrupted her.
„Yet?“ She laughed. „What are you doing to me?“
I was happy to observe that she was starting to slur her words ever so slightly. She announced that she had to pee and walked out onto the street. While she was outside I put some more wood on the fire to keep it going. A few minutes later she came back inside and she was noticeably worse off. She stumbled to the bar and sat down heavily on a stool.Apparently, the full effect of the whiskey she chugged has caught up with her and she was now well into the sloppy drunk stage.
„Bartender!“ she slurred. I went back around the bar, delighted that my prediction that she would want to drink more was right on the money. „I wann' another drink.“
„Can I see some ID?“
She gave me such an exasperated look that I couldn't help but laugh. „Iss my birthday. Remmember?“
„Okay, what would you like?“
„Hmm,“ she strained to look at theline of bottles behind me and I stepped aside to allow her to see everything. Iwasn't sure if she could read the labels from where she was sitting, so I thought I would list the names for her.
„As you can see, we have a wide selection of...“ I began.
„Whass that?“ Maria interrupted,pointing at one of the bottles.
„This?“
She nodded.
„Good choice,“ I said. „Vodka. Triple distilled.“
I poured her a full glass, but then I had a better idea. „You know what? Screw this puny glass. You're a big girl now.“
I grabbed a beer pitcher, emptied her glass into it and then I poured out most of the rest of the bottle - a good15 ounces altogether.
„That's what I call a drink.“ Ihanded her the pitcher.
„If I die, iss gonn' be your fault,“she said as she took the drink. She tasted it. „Tastes like med'cin.“
„It is. It kills bacteria,“ I assured her. „Come on, chug it.“
She did just that. Not the whole thing of course, but almost a cup.
„Wow,“ I was impressed. „You knowhow to do this. Are you sure you're not a closet alcoholic?“
We both laughed.
„I'm feelin' so buzzed right now, “Maria announced after taking another sip from her vodka.
„Buzzed? I would say you're pretty drunk.“
„I'm not that drunk, only a lil'bit.“
„Why don't you try walking in a straight line then?“
She hesitated for a moment, but then she hopped off the stool, ready to show me how wrong I was. It didn't quite goas she expected, because as soon as she landed on her feet, her legs buckled and she fell down on the floor. I leaned forward to peer over the bar. She got up on her knees and looked at me, slightly embarrassed.
„I'm cutting you off,“ I announced, teasing her.
Maria grabbed the edge of the bar with both hands, pulled herself up into a standing position and chugged somemore vodka. As she did that she stumbled against the bar and held herself up by leaning on it. I grew concerned.
„You should slow down.“ When she responded by taking another swig, I added: „Seriously.“
After a short staring contest, she put the pitcher down.
„Wanna see how I walk? I can walk stray.. straight.“ She lifted a hand to her mouth. „Shit.“
„What?“
„I think *hup*... See? You made meget the *hic*... hiccuss!“
„I made you get the hiccups?“ I laughed.
„Yeah!“ she countered. „You gave methe *hic*... the whiss-key, the vo-*hic*... vodka and thoss other drinss.“
She was laughing too, half euphoric and half annoyed. I took the pitcher and put it safely out of her reach. She was pretty drunk already and I knew the vodka she drank would almost double the amount of alcohol in her system. In a few minutes she was going to be completely trashed. I went around the bar and reminded her that she forgot to do her walking test. Maria lurched away from the bar and stumbled against me.
„You're so drunk,“ I told her.„Having fun?“
Her answer was a loud hiccup and a giggle. Her face was pressed against my chest and she wrapped her arms aroundmy neck. I was holding her by the waist. She was wearing a tight camisole and apair of tight jeans she picked up a few days after we started our journey south. I could feel her breasts pressing against me and hear her breathing and the occasional hiccup. We just stood there for a minute, not sure where to gofrom there. She pulled away and looked up into my eyes.
„If you want...“ She did not finish the thought.
„I want, but you're drunk. It wouldn't be ri...“ I could not finish the sentence, because suddenly her lips were pressing against mine. „Uh.“
I stopped resisting and returned her kiss, hoping she would still talk to me the following day.
When the kiss ended,I tried again: „Are you sure you want to do this? You're pretty drunk, afterall.“
„I'm twenny years *hic*... years ol'an' I can do whatever I want,“ she slurred.
„But what you want when you are drunk might not be what you would want if you were sober,“ I objected.
„I wann'ed to kiss you for a long time.“
I was taken aback by that comment. As she stood there looking at me and swaying, I noticed that her hiccups have stopped.I could see her eyes clouding over as she struggled to focus on my face. I kissed her again and she returned the kiss with drunken passion. I ran my hands down her back to her butt and pulled her closer against me. She lifted up one knee, but she stumbled and had to put her foot down again to steady herself. Ihad to step back or we would have both fallen. Maria stepped closer and started to unbutton my shirt, fumbling with the buttons. After she had opened two of them she made a strange noise deep in her throat and she staggered backwards, lifting one hand to her mouth. I caught her other arm to make sure she didn't fall.
„I'm goin' to be sick,“ she muttered and started to stumble towards the exit behind me. I put my arm around her waist and helped to guide her out onto the sidewalk. Once outside, her knees buckled and I gently lowered her onto the concrete. She made a retching sound, leaned forward onto her hands and knees and started to vomit. I grabbed her hair and held it behind her head so she wouldn't puke on it. She was really drunk and swaying all over the place.
I struggled to keep her from falling over face first into the puddle of vomit in front of her, while holding her hair at the same time with my other hand. When she said she was done, I carried her inside and put her down next to the fire, handing her a blanket.
„That didn't end too well, huh?“ I asked apologetically. She didn't reply and kept starting straight ahead intothe fire. Her eyes were moist and she looked really pissed off, so I told her Iwas sorry and then remained silent, not sure what she was thinking or what shewanted to hear. Eventually she lied down and fell asleep. I rummaged around a bit until I found a case of bottled water and placed a few bottles next to Maria's backpack, where she would find them if she woke up feeling thirsty. I watched her sleep while I sipped on a bottle of water. She was really pretty. Had I been sure that she didn't just come onto me because she was drunk, I would have been all for it. But she was the only living person around and I didn't want to frighten her away by doing something stupid.
I realized I would miss her.
* * * *
When I woke up the next morning Maria was still asleep. I wanted to wait for her to wake up, but after a while I grew bored and headed out to find something to eat for breakfast. I walked out onto the mainstreet and headed back the way we came from, towards a small corner store Inoticed the previous day. I grabbed some canned tuna, some mayo and a few otherthings and headed back to the bar.
As I sat back down next to the remains of the campfire, Maria stirred and squinted up at me.
„Good morning,“ I said cheerfully, but all she did was moan and turn her back to me. She was hung over big time. „Drink some water.“ I suggested.
„I'm going to die,“ she muttered from under the blanket.
„Here take the water,“ I held out abottle of water and waited for her to turn around. She took it, drank half thebottle, put the cap back on and disappeared under the blanket again.
„So how does it feel to be twentyyears old?“ I continued pestering her.
„I hate you.“
„Would you like some breakfast?“
„No.“
„I brought some tuna.“
„Stop talking.“ She wrapped the blanket tighter around herself.
I quietly ate breakfast and thenwent out to look around and see if there was anything interesting nearby. I spent most of the morning and afternoon walking through the city, exploring.
When I returned, the sun was settingand I found Maria waiting for me at the bar entrance.
„Where did you go?“
„I went to look around.“
„Don't leave me alone here like that,“ she reprimanded me.
„Sorry,“ I said. „I thought youwanted to rest. I didn't want to bother you.“
„I wanted you to be quiet, I didn'twant you to leave.“
„Okay.“
I followed her inside. She was wearing a dark blue minidress with a white stripe running vertically along either side. When she noticed me looking her over, she smiled. She had a little fire going and we sat down to eat dinner. Maria cooked a soup from canned chicken and some other stuff. It was pretty bad, but I tried my best not to show it and ate my share. She finished her plate and made a face. I couldn't keep myself from smiling, so I quickly looked down, but she noticed it.
„Are you laughing at me?“
I kept looking down, trying my best not to laugh. She crawled closer.
„I can't believe this,“ she said indignantly. „First you get me drunk, then you laugh at my cooking!“
Despite my best efforts, I burst outlaughing.
„You're doing all the cooking from now on.“ She started punching me playfully with both hands, but she was laughing, too.
When we were serious again, she asked quietly: „You really don't remember who you are?“
„No.“
„Nothing?“ she asked, watching as Ipoked the fire with a piece of wood.
I shook my head. „I just woke up. I don't remember what happened, or my own name, or any people from my past.“
For a second she looked like she was going to ask something else, but she didn't speak.
„What about you?“
„I remember.“ When she looked at me, she had tears in her eyes. I moved closer and put my arm around her.
„It's probably easier for me,“ I said. Maria did not reply. She leaned her head on my shoulder and watched the fire silently. We sat like that for a long time and eventually Maria fell asleep. I carefully disentangled myself and placed a pillow underneath her headand covered her with a blanket. Then I went around to the other side of the fire, placed a few pieces of wood on top of it and lied down to sleep.
„You didn't like me when I was drunk,“ Maria said quietly. It was a question.
„You are wrong,“ I replied. „I thought you were pretty cute.“
She didn't speak, so I added: „I just didn't want to do anything to you that you might regret later, when you weren't drunk anymore.“
„You're nice.“
„I know.“
There were a few minutes of silence.
„Did you have fun last night?“ I asked.
„Yeah.“
„Would you get drunk again?“
She turned to look at me. „Why?“
„I really liked it.“
„What did you like about it?“ she asked with interest.
„It turned me on,“ I tried to explain. „Everything about it, I guess. How you walked, how you slurred your words...“
„I did not!“ she laughed.
„Yes you did. And it was very sexy.“
„We can do it again,“ Maria said after a short silence. Then she added: „But not now!“
„Okay. It will be fun,“ I assured her. „Good night!“
„Good night!“
The next morning, I decided that we should gather up our belongings and resume our journey south. We still weren't completely out of the reach of winter and I wanted to get to a warmer region as soon as possible. The previous night's conversation was not brought up by either one of us and after a quick breakfast we were on our way out of the city. We quickly fell back into the old routine of walking for most of the day, stopping to rest only a few times to eat and rest our legs for a while, and sleeping in whatever town we reached by nightfall.
For the next four days we travelled,until we finally reached a large city that was far enough to the south to be our final destination. It was early afternoon and we were making our way through one of the suburbs towards the downtown area.
We were walking in the middle of the street, when Maria suddenly grabbed my hand and started pulling me off the road towards the sidewalk. I didn't know what she was doing until I looked up and saw that the building we were heading towards was a liquor store. When we got to the door, Maria stopped me.
„Wait outside! I have a surprise for you.“ She turned me towards the street and disappeared inside the store. When I turned around to look what she was doing inside, she started waving at me to turn back around. A few minutes later I heard the door open behind me.
„I'm ready!“ Maria announced cheerfully.
I turned around and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Maria was standing in the doorway, smiling at me. She was wearing black hot pants and a black sports bra. She looked absolutely stunning.
„Come on in,“ she said innocently and walked back into the store. For a few seconds I just stood there looking at her ass, hardly believing what she was doing, but then I hurried inside.
„You said, you won't do anything to me that I wouldn't do sober, right?“ she asked.
„Yeah.“
„Would you agree that I'm sober now?“
„I would,“ I said, not sure where she was going with this line of questioning.
She walked up and kissed me.
„Now you can do this when I'm drunk,“ she told me with a coy smile, then looked around. „I'm thirsty, get me a drink, please!“
„May if first point out that you're fucking hot?“
„You like?“ She smiled, then turned around and wiggled her butt seductively.
„I don't know what got into you, but I like it,“ I told her with a laugh.
I walked straight to the whiskey section and removed a large bottle from the shelf. „How drunk do you want to get?“
„That's up to you.“
„You're driving me crazy,“ I said,still trying to overcome my surprise. „Fucking hell...“
She walked up to me and took the bottle from my hand. With a smile she removed the cap and drank a few big mouthfuls.
„Ack!“ she gasped. „I forgot how bad it was.“
„I can find you something less...“ I started to say, but she was drinking again. She chugged for several seconds andthen looked at me.
„I can drink this.“ To illustrate her point, she chugged a few more mouthfuls and licked her lips.
„You are hot,“ I observed.
She stepped closer and leaned forward to kiss me. After the kiss, she smiled up at me and stepped back, doing a little seductive dance and letting me admire her body, enjoying the attention.
„Look at this,“ Maria said suddenly. She waited until she had my attention and lifted the bottle to her lips and started to swallow its contents. She kept going for nearly half a minute and by the time she finished the level of the bottle was considerably lower, by about two cups. „What do you think?“
„I think you're crazy,“ I told her. „But good crazy, not bad crazy.“
She walked up to me, still unaffected by the alcohol, and put her arms around my neck, holding the bottle in one hand. We kissed again. I ran my hands down her back and onto her roundass.
She responded by pressing herself closer against me. Damn, she was hot.
„I'm starting to feel drunk,“ she said as she pulled away. „But I will drink more for you.“
She started to drink again,swallowing noisily. When she finished, another cup of whiskey was gone from thebottle.
„How much more do I have to drink to be drunker than last time?“ she asked abruptly.
„Uh. I think you are getting close. Maybe another cup or so.“ She had already drunk the equivalent of a normal sized bottle, but the one I gave her was more than twice as big. It was one ofthose 1.75L plastic bottles.
„What if I drank the whole bottle?“ Maria offered.
„You would probably die.“
„Oh.“ She furrowed her brows.„What's the most I should drink?“
She was really winning me over, trying as hard as she was to get drunk for me. I decided to let her get drunker, but I resolved to stop her as soon as I thought she was becoming too drunk.
„Let's see how much you can handle,“I said with a wink.
She flashed me a quick smile and said: „Cheers!“
„Cheers! Try to chug a lot, okay?“
„Okay.“
She began drinking and as she stood there swaying a little bit, I went to stand behind her and put my arms around her waist. She stumbled backwards into me, but kept drinking. I ran my hands upher stomach and cupped them around her breasts. A few seconds later, she finished drinking with a gasp.
„Sorry,“ she breathed. „I couldn't drink anymore.“
„Let me see that bottle.“
She lifted it up, still leaning against me with her back. It was now less than half full.
„I think that's enough for now.“
She noticed my hands on her breasts. „You like my body?“
„Yes. You're smoking hot.“ I noticed she was slurring slightly.
„Can I drink one more time?“
„Uh. Sure.“
She tried another chug, but she couldn't drink a lot. Her stomach was already stretched to its limits.
„I 'ave to go pee,“ she announced and turned around in my arms. She was very wobbly, so I kept my arms around herwaist to steady her.
„Can you walk by yourself?“
„Yeah,“ Maria answered as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.
She put a hand on my shoulder to steady herself and took a stumbling step backwards. She then let go of me, turned around and after stumbling sideways into one of the shelves, almost knocking a few bottles onto the ground, she started walking along the aisle, always keeping a hand on the edge of the shelving. Even as she was using onehand to steady herself, she kept bumping into things as she made her way to the door where she disappeared from sight.
A few minutes later she reemerged from the doorway and stumbled to the cash register.
„Com'ere!“ she called.
When I came close, she pushed herself off the counter she was leaning against and started to stagger towards me, but she was so dizzy she fell down just as she came within a few steps ofme. I crouched down next to her as she lay there on the ground giggling.
„I think I fell,“ she looked up at me, puzzled by her own observation.
„I think you're right.“
She got up and sat back on her heels. By now she was so drunk she was swaying even as she was sitting.
„I never drunk. Never drunken,“ she stopped to figure out what she was attempting to say. „I never got so drunken,“ she saidslowly, then she added: „Like now. Before.“
„I think I know what you mean.“
She started to struggle to remove her bra and eventually managed to pull it off.
„I don'na have sex yet,“ she informed me. „But... *hic*... Oh shit!“
I tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard.
„I gott' the hippucks!“ she slurred and then followed it with another loud hiccup.
She crawled the last few feet towards me, put her arms around my neck and hiccupped right into my ear. I burst out laughing and she started to giggle, too.
„You're so cute when you're drunk.“
„Really?“ She looked up at me with her unfocused eyes and hiccupped again. Since I had permission to do so, I kissed her. She responded eagerly and pushed me down onto the ground, climbing on top of me. Her constant hiccups made the whole thing very comical, but her drunken antics were turning me on.
„Ness time *hic*... I get drunk. I will give you a *hic*... a dap-, no... a lap-dance!“ she promised.
I sat up, with her in my lap, and started to kiss her breasts. She arched her back and moaned.
Every hiccup made her tits bounce and she made no attempt to stop them.
„Baby..“ she said slowly. „I need to pee again.“
„Already?“
„Yeah. *hic*“ She nodded.
„Okay, I'll carry you outside.“
I lifted her, walked through thedoor and then gently set her down on the sidewalk. I moved back into the store to get some tissue paper from my bag. When I went back outside, she was lying on her back with her shorts pulled completely off and her thong around her ankles.She was done peeing; I could see that from the puddle between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked up at me.
I gave her the tissue paper and she muttered something, which I assumed was a thanks. I noticed that her hiccups had stopped.
„Maria?“
„Mmmhmm?“
She was on the verge of passing out.
„We should go inside.“
She didn't respond, so I gently stood her up and pulled her thong back on with one hand. She put her arms around my neck, but she made no attempt to hold her own weight. I carried her inside and set her down next to our bags. She was barely conscious and she muttered unintelligible things whenever I spoke to her, so I decided to put her to bed and let her sleep.
The End.
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