Eating forbidden fruit

Denise * stood in front of me when I came to the queue of the shop, she’s as tall as I am 6’3”, but a bit chubby, very friendly, with brown shoulder length, wavy hair and dark brown eyes. Ever since I have met her and we worked together, she had a thing about her weight, but she loved to display her huge tits, of course never show it all, but at times I felt like I could just reach out and stroke them. Today was one of those days, her red top displayed her ample cleavage and the tops of her black satin bra, she was loud as usual and I just chuckled as I stepped up behind her as she talked with the woman in front of her.

“You know Denise; I could hear you before I came into the shop,”

She turned around and immediately smiled, her eyes lighting up behind her glasses,

“Justin*! How good to see you again you rascal.”

We hugged, her breasts pressing firmly against me,

“So how are you stranger?”

I chuckled,

“Been around, working and the usual you know, how about you?”

“Been working, partying, and gaming, you know, the usual.”

I chuckled,

“Well we will have to change our routines, we can’t be caught doing the usual each time we meet you know?”

She chuckled with me,

“Well then we will have to make a plan then, how about you come visit us?”

“Sure, I haven’t seen Laurence* for some time, would be good to hang out for a bit.”

Laurence is her fiancée, they have set a date for the next year, and we three get along quite well, especially when it gets to games, movies and music.

“Hmmm, Friday?”

I nodded,

“I’ve got nothing planned and this is my off weekend, so that is fine with me.”

“Great!”

It was time for her to pay for her cigarettes, we said our farewells and she left, I paid for my food and left, the week passed in quite a blur as work suddenly picked up and had me running around like a beheaded chicken. When Friday rolled into my sights I couldn’t wait to sign off my shift and get home, I was bone tired. It was around 5 o’clock when my phone woke me from my sleep, when I picked up it was Denise, asking if I remembered the get together, I assured her that I did, even though it had slipped my mind. I showered, slipped into jeans, a t-shirt and boots, before getting on my bike and heading to the apartment the two shared, when I got there Denise met me outside, she wore another low cut top and baggy pants, she looked very upset.

“Laurence won’t make tonight, he just phoned, his boss gave him an out of town job,”

I sighed,

“Well then, at least we can still have a good time even though he can’t be here.”

This was met with a smile; my mind immediately went to the drugs safely housed in my wallet. It was something like the famous “date drug”, but instead of inducing a haze and rendering the “victim” close to comatose, the dealer had insured me that this was more something that lowered inhibitions in record time. Yeah I know, thinking of drugging a friend is awful, I did feel a pang of shame about having such thoughts, but the little packet kept nagging at my mind. After a while I gave in to the insistence of my mind, slipping the packet out of my wallet and while we sat around talking and drinking, mixed it with her drink, little amounts at a time as it did have a strange taste (yes I tasted it). It didn’t take long for it to take effect, a bit too fast, but maybe she had a thing for me?

As we talked a bit of flirting slipped into our conversation, she responded very well to this and I was really amazed at how well the drug worked. She was not drunk, but she laughed and talked loudly, her body giving off all the little hints that would normally lead a man to her bed.