Drunk Sayori!

It's fairly late into the night, and you're getting ready for bed, it's been a long day of classes at your university and you're tired. Suddenly, your phone begins to ring. You look at it quizzically for a moment, partially because it's a bit late to be getting a call, partially because nobody ever calls you. You take a look at the caller id, and to your surprise, it's your childhood friend, Sayori. You went to high school together, but you haven't seen her much since you started going to a different university than her. You quickly answer. On the other line, you hear the unmistakable sound of sobbing, you become worried. A few moments later, you hear a familiar voice.
"Aaaaanon-n, I'm so sorry Anon!"
"S-Sayori, what's wrong?!"
"I'm such an awful friend, I never ca-all you anymore!"
It's at this moment that you realize that Sayori is hammered. You decide to call her out on it immediately.
"Sayori, have you been drinking?", you ask her, rather bluntly.
The silence on the other end is damning.
"M-maybe~" she stammers out, sounding a bit more like the girl you knew years ago.
You find this development rather quizzical, as you recall Sayori being fairly adamant in her position against drinking. She was always a "straight edge" sort of girl, swearing off alcohol in particular, even at the expense of being considered a wet blanket by some.
"I thought you hated drinking, Sayori?", you ask her, trying to avoid sounding accusatory.
You hear several sniffles from her end before she starts speaking again.
"I'm sorry, Anon, I know it's ba-ad for me, but..."
You decide to cut her off.
"Please, Sayori, you don't need to apologize. Where are you right now, anyway?"
"Uh... I think... give me a moment..."
You attempt to stop her, but the you're met with the muffled sound of a busy street on the other end. Several moments pass before her voice returns.
"6th and main...", she replies, a slight air of guilt hanging over her words.
Jesus, that's got to be at least a 30 minute drive from her apartment.
You begin speaking in a polite, almost serene tone, like one a parent would take with a child, "Sayori..."
"...Y-yeah"
"Do you need a ride home?"
"..."
More silence.
"Sayori?"
You finally here an almost hesitant response from her end.
"...y-yeah."
You sigh, tell her to stay put, and proceed to your car, and take off into the night. Luckily, you live nearby, and it only takes a short drive to find that familiar rose-blond hair. Her expression is almost vacant, as if she's staring off into another world. Her hair is even more disheveled than usual, and she's wearing some cute casual wear that you recognize as being some of her older clothing. It's a miracle that it still fits her after all these years. You pull over, and honk, startling the young drunk. She jumps upright, then upon seeing you, her expression changes to a bright, cheerful one. she scrambles to your car, almost tripping over herself on the way. You open the door, and she jumps in. Her face is flushed, she smiles brightly at you.
"Thanks for picking-g me up, Anon~" she says in the cutest voice she can muster.
"It's nothing, Sayori." You mean that sincerely. You're just glad that she called you before someone could take advantage of her. She's too innocent for her own good, sometimes. "It's good to see you again."
You begin to drive out of town, toward Sayori's apartment complex. Sayori seems off in her own world, for the most part, and is mostly happily humming something. You spot her occasionally stealing glances at you, but her eyes quickly dart back in the opposite direction when she notices that you're paying attention to her. For the sake of your own sanity, you decide to start a real conversation.
"How'd you get all the way down here, anyway?"
She looks stunned, and stammers for a few moments before she can produce an answer. "O-oh, you know, me and the girls d-decided to go out for drinks."
"I see," you respond, in an understanding tone, "and why weren't they there?"
Sayori stops for a moment, clearly at a loss for words. "Wwell, they just kind of ended up... you know... forgetting me at the bar."
Ouch. Knowing Sayori, she's probably blaming herself for her friend's awful behavior. You decide to avoid lingering on the topic. Instead, you begin to make small talk, asking Sayori about how her classes are going, and what she's been up to these past few years. It's nice, you so rarely get the opportunity to talk to her these days. She was almost feeling like a complete stranger, and part of you wondered if it wasn't your fault. You did contact her on occasion, but you always felt that you should take the time to visit her more often. After all, she is your best friend.
Before you know it, you find yourself pulling into the complex. You park in an empty spot, and help Sayori out of the car. As an extra safety precaution, you decide to walk Sayori to her room personally. You'd probably hang yourself if you woke up tomorrow morning only to hear about Sayori's untimely death via falling down stairs in her current drunken state. The cute drunkard jumbles through her keys for several moments, before you take them and unlock her door for her. You open the door into the dark apartment, and look in the eyes. As much as you would like to stay, you'd feel like you were intruding, so you decide that it'd be best to leave it here for the night.
However, just as you prepare to tell her good night, Sayori grabs you by the collar and drags you into her home. She gently places her free hand on your chest, and looks you in the eyes, her face adorned with a gentle, almost dopey smile.
"H-hey, Anon-n, since you're already here... would you mind staying the night~?"
Before you put a word in, Sayori pulls your head down, and attempts to meet you in a kiss. Her gaze is unfocused, and you can detect the faint scent of alcohol on her breath. In her haste to meet your lips, however, she accidentally sends her forehead careening into your nose, and you come crashing to the ground with a loud thud.
Several minutes later, and you're now laying on her couch, tissues clotting the flow of blood from your nose, with an incredibly apologetic young girl hanging over you.
"I'm sooo sorry Anon, I didn't mean to do that!" She giggles nervously. "I-I guess you really do hav-ve to stay the night, huh?"
Sayori really did know how to see the bright side of everything. Not that you're opposed to the idea of staying, of course. Even now, Sayori was just as cute as she was when you were going to high school together. When you think back to your time together, you often find yourself regretting not confronting her about your feelings, but that's in the past, now. Besides, you wouldn't want to jeopardize your friendship with her.
You groggily accept her apology. Luckily, you don't have classes tomorrow morning, so it's not a huge loss.
Suddenly, her face lights up. "I know how to cheer you up! ehehe~"
Sayori bends over, and undoes your trousers. She wraps her fingers around your now erect member, and begins rubbing it slowly. You begin to feel more and more excited.
"Ehehe~ I never realized it could get so big!"
She begins placing her lips playfully on the tip, while running one hand up and down your shaft.
"Ha, it must-t feel really good, if you're making a face like that~"
She now turns her full attention toward your painfully engorged cock, and sensing that you're desire for release, she begins to wrap her lips around it, thoroughly running it through her mouth. She recoils, for a moment, and begins to cough.
"Sayori, you don't have to if..."
She suddenly returns to giving you fellatio, you feel your dick travel a little further into her warm, moist mouth with ever thrust. Waves of ecstasy pound through your body, and you find yourself on the verge of orgasm.
"Sayori... I'm..."
But it's too late, you unload your package into Sayori's mouth. An expression of surprise takes hold of her, and she draws back and begins coughing up semen, spraying cum across her face and shirt. Your dick becomes limp once more, and Sayori, looking satisfied, cuddles up next to you on the sofa. However, as the two of you lie there, you notice Sayori's body become slightly more limp. You look over at her, and notice that tears have begun to flow from her eyes.
"It wasn't, wasn't supposed to happen like this..."
You look at Sayori, quizzically, your face contorted into equal parts concerned and confused.
"I-I'm sorry Anon, you must think I'm such a slut!"
You're shocked by this sudden mood swing but you quickly regain your composure, assuring her that you don't think any less of her.
"B-but... you were just here to drop me off, and I dragged-d you in. Y-you were just being nice, and I just took-k advantage of you..."
You find that statement questionable at best. If anything, you took advantage of Sayori's inebriated state by allowing her to do this. The thought disgusts you, however, and you try not to linger on it.
Regardless, you hardly feel like a victim here.
"I-I just wanted to see-e you again, you know? I never get to s-see you."
"Sayori..." You find yourself whispering silently, wishing to comfort her, but being unable to find the exact words with which to do so. You're beginning to feel like you're the bad guy here. Sayori continues, cuddling even closer to you.
"I... I lied earlier. I didn't go out drinking with my-y friends. I'm alwayss, always thinking about you Anon. I wanted to see you again."
Sayori twists her body, now looking directly into your eyes, just inches from your face. Her eyes are the same beautiful, deep blue you remember them being. You find yourself instinctively wiping some of your cum from her face, giving you a better look at her beautiful, dainty face.
"I t-took a, a bus-d, and I told myself that I'd march straight up to your place, and tell you how I really feel!" Her eyes shift downward, and her voice becomes even softer, "But... I couldn't do it. I endeded up just-t getting a drink instead... Just one, I told myself, that's all I need to work up the courage to talk to you... Now here I am, forcing myself in-into your arms, drunk and disgusting."
You silence her with a kiss, and hold her tighter than you ever have before. You tell her how much you love her, and how you're happy that she feels the same way. You tell her how you've always felt, and how afraid you were that she wouldn't love you back. As you ramble on, Sayori's face begins to show signs of relief. You stroke her hair, whispering sweet nothings into her ears, and she falls asleep in your arms.

And, for just an single instant, everything is perfect.