Name: Tim

Age: 21

I was living on Washington St. in Marblehead, MA with 3 brothers…all good friends and all who shall remain nameless as they still live and work there and are members of a fairly prominent family.  Myself and one of the brothers, who we’ll call Tad….spent a lot of time and money at a local called the Riptide.  Great local watering hole.

Anyway..at some point in time..Tad left me for the company of some red headed tart. (The bastard…lol)  It was around 230 am…they were locking up..and I was supremely shitfaced.  Our apartment on Washington St. was about a 500 yard walk up the street.  Well..I got to the house, which was a rather oddly set up apartment dwelling.  Very old…and very weirdly set up.  All sorts of nooks and crannies, doors that went to nowhere, weird storage closets, etc., etc.

I stumbled into my apartment, plopped my drunk ass on the couch in the dark and fumbled for the remote, flipped on the tube and stared at the tv watching god knows what.  On the other couch, I notice the backside of the redhead  She was laying back to me, face in towards the back on the couch.  She was wearing what was kind of a flimsy white tank top and skimpy undies.  She had long red hair that I could make out by the flicker of the TV.

Well…my eyes starting going from the TV to her ass…and vice versa..over and over.  I’m thinking…she’s drunk as hell.  She was stumbling at the Rip, Tad’s GOTTA be passed out drunk…hmmmmmm.

Well, after weighing the pros and cons for a nano second I decided I should get over there and start…well…trying to arouse this temptress.  I slide across the floor and sat next to the couch she was on. At that point, even shitfaced, I had the presence of mind to allow the fact that our hardwood floor was suddenly carpeted, to register in my head.  Why I didn’t allow that fact to alert me to other incongruities that I was seeing..yet kinda of denying, I’ll never know.  I do actually…extreme horniness and BAC of probably point three something.

At this point I started rubbing her ass slowly, in a teasing manner.  Within a few minutes, I was getting the desired effect.

Squirming..moaning….YES!! Then…I look out the window at a street sign that was across the street from our apartment.  It looks familiar, yet somehow wrong.

I suddenly I add it all up. I’M IN THE WRONG FUCKING APARTMENT!!!

Then she speaks…she says..”Ronnie..if you wanna do me..pick me up and take me to bed for Christ sakes.”  Ronnie?! Who the fuck is Ronnie?!

I stop rubbing.  She goes “Ronnie?” The redhead tart from the Rips names was Wendy, so I meekly said “Wendy?”

I think it safe to say her scream could be heard for a few miles.  I just started yelling..”It’s me…it’s me..your neighbor..I’m drunk..I got in her by mistake..!!!”

Suddenly a light came on..well..ya..you guessed it..it’s Ronnie. “Who the fuck are you?!”

“I’m your neighbor..drunk…mistake…babble, babble!!!” Well…the the chick…Paula as I soon found out…says..”hey..it IS the neighbor”.

We spent a few seconds all starring at one another.  Then Ronnie says “look….lets all go to bed..in our OWN apartments..and we can take this up tomorrow..ok?”

The next day we all got together, and things were cool.  They believed that I was fucked up and did exactly what I said I did.  It was, after all the truth.  We had a good laugh over it.  The good news, about a month later Ronnie took off on a fishing trawler headed for Florida, and I landed the better catch, Paula.  We dated for a few months then she took of for Florida to be with Ronnie.

Tim, my neighbor has a huge set of D cups.  Reading your story has me debating if I should just get shit house drunk, roll through her front door, and attempt to tap that ass.  If it goes wrong I could just say “Oh wrong house”.