Tammy was a childhood friend of mine through parents that hang out.
I looked at her, and with a giggle thought the she certainly wasn't the girl she had been any longer. And, I might have been a part of the transformation. She had been up and coming track and field athlete - fit, popular, and ambitious.
Me, nerdy, outcast, friendzoned by Tammy.
But she did trust me, and it all started to change when she came to me, sad and upset, after getting dumped by one of the cool guys. We were sixteen at the time. I did what all friends would do, and stole liquor from my parents supplies to get her drunk so she'd feel better. Turned out, she took to the drunk feeling very well. That faithful night, now five years ago, was the first time I grouped Tammys pussy and squeezed her small tits, and it was the first time she crawled naked on the floor in front of me.
Naturally, I made sure to suggest another drunk evening for the two of us, as soon as she her life's first hungover had resided. She was up for it. It didn't take long for it to become a habit. I realised that the drunker she got, the less friendzoned I got, which probably wasn't the best motivation for me to help her moderate her newfound obsession. I dare say it didn't take six months until she was kicked out of the track and field team, her grades fell dramatically during her final years in high school, and because I made sure she always was drunk before meeting her friends, her cool status quickly disappeared.
At 18 or 19, there were still times when she was cocky, or mocking me when she was sober, or hungover, but by that time, I had learned that I was the one in charge of our relationship. I got her a tiny, cheap appartment close to my house, so she would get away from her parents, and then I made a point of showing up in the morning - always letting myself in with my key that I had, and offer her some liquid breakfast before she got a chance to sober up. She would always accept. Not longer after that, she lost her job as a waitress on a café. As the gentleman I am, I offered to pay for her appartment, her alcohol, and her food, as long as she begged me to fuck and use her, begged me to isolate her, and begged me to make her even more alcoholic.
I hadn't needed to demand that she begged me, because I would make sure all of this happened regardless. But I liked how she looked when she surrendered.
I came to from my day dreaming. Tammy actually looked somewhat happy as she sat there on my porch, completely wasted. She needed to be almost passed out drunk these days to still smile, but I made sure she got there, every day.
