tell him to tone it down a notch.
Clearing my throat, I peel myself away from Kelsey. “I’m just going to head back to the dorms. My head’s already swimming and I’m ready to crash.”
Seth’s the first to protest, followed quickly by Kelsey. “Don’t worry, Cohen. I promise I won’t take advantage of your drunken state,” she promises, although the look in her eyes tells me that she doesn’t mean it.
“Come on, man. It’ll be fun,” Seth echoes, giving me a look that is half pleading, half ‘I’ll kill you if you leave me hanging.’
I spend about two seconds mulling it over in my brain before I finally relent. Who knows? Maybe this is what I need to get out of my funk. Seth gives me an appreciative grin when I nod my head.
As we make our way outside, Jessica grumbles about being the designated driver. On the way to their apartment, she declares that we have to play a drinking game so she can catch up with the rest of us. The entire time, Kelsey’s sitting next to me with her index finger rubbing up and down on my thigh. She gets dangerously close to the bulge in my jeans, and it twitches involuntarily as her fingertip grazes it.
She leans in until I feel her lips on my ear. “Someone’s packing,” she whispers, excitement lacing her voice.
Before I can respond, Jessica stops the car, announcing that we’re at their place. When we get into their apartment, they pull out a bottle of liquor, four shot glasses, and we begin to play Never Have I Ever. Two hours and an entire bottle of rum later, Seth and Jessica disappear, leaving me alone on the couch with an extremely drunk Kelsey. Apparently, there’s not much she hasn’t done, because I’m pretty sure fifty percent of that bottle went down her throat. As soon as the other two are gone, she climbs onto my lap, where she straddles me. She leans in and rains sloppy kisses all over my face.
“You know, you’re really hot,” she slurs between kisses.
“Umm, yeah, you’re hot, too,” I tell her, but she doesn’t even hear me. At this point, the alcohol’s making my own brain fuzzy, and I don’t even care that her lips keep missing my own.
Her hands roam down my chest, and she tugs on the bottom of my T-shirt, pulling it up. I raise my arms so she can get it off, and she gives me a crooked grin as she tosses it aside. With fumbling hands, her next course of action is to unbuckle my belt and undo the button of my jeans. She slides the zipper down and I lift up so she can pull my jeans down as well—just enough so she can have easy access. I let out a groan of pleasure as her hand slips inside my boxers and finds my erection. Even drunk, the girl knows what she’s doing.
Finally, she finds my mouth with hers, her tongue slipping in as she proceeds to play the most drunken game of tonsil hockey known to man. The way she’s stroking my dick has me not giving a shit how wet and sloppy her kisses are, and I slide my hand up her dress, not surprised when I find that she’s not wearing any panties. I slip my hand between her legs, and she moans when I press against her clit before moving down to find her completely wet for me. I don’t waste any time pushing my fingers inside her, and it’s not long before she’s writhing on top of me, moaning her release into my mouth as I feel her clench around my fingers. Pulling back, she gives me a drunken smile that’s laced with satisfaction. Her eyes are hooded as she begins to come down from her orgasm.
“That was soooo good,” she mumbles as she pulls her hand out of my pants. Apparently, Knox’s advice has been working, because even though she’s been jacking me off for a good ten minutes, I’m nowhere near close to getting off.
She climbs off my lap and lies face down on the couch next to where I’m sitting up, placing her head in my lap. I lift up when she pulls on my jeans, and when I do, she pushes my boxers down and then looks up at me. With glossy eyes, she begins to
Clearing my throat, I peel myself away from Kelsey. “I’m just going to head back to the dorms. My head’s already swimming and I’m ready to crash.”
Seth’s the first to protest, followed quickly by Kelsey. “Don’t worry, Cohen. I promise I won’t take advantage of your drunken state,” she promises, although the look in her eyes tells me that she doesn’t mean it.
“Come on, man. It’ll be fun,” Seth echoes, giving me a look that is half pleading, half ‘I’ll kill you if you leave me hanging.’
I spend about two seconds mulling it over in my brain before I finally relent. Who knows? Maybe this is what I need to get out of my funk. Seth gives me an appreciative grin when I nod my head.
As we make our way outside, Jessica grumbles about being the designated driver. On the way to their apartment, she declares that we have to play a drinking game so she can catch up with the rest of us. The entire time, Kelsey’s sitting next to me with her index finger rubbing up and down on my thigh. She gets dangerously close to the bulge in my jeans, and it twitches involuntarily as her fingertip grazes it.
She leans in until I feel her lips on my ear. “Someone’s packing,” she whispers, excitement lacing her voice.
Before I can respond, Jessica stops the car, announcing that we’re at their place. When we get into their apartment, they pull out a bottle of liquor, four shot glasses, and we begin to play Never Have I Ever. Two hours and an entire bottle of rum later, Seth and Jessica disappear, leaving me alone on the couch with an extremely drunk Kelsey. Apparently, there’s not much she hasn’t done, because I’m pretty sure fifty percent of that bottle went down her throat. As soon as the other two are gone, she climbs onto my lap, where she straddles me. She leans in and rains sloppy kisses all over my face.
“You know, you’re really hot,” she slurs between kisses.
“Umm, yeah, you’re hot, too,” I tell her, but she doesn’t even hear me. At this point, the alcohol’s making my own brain fuzzy, and I don’t even care that her lips keep missing my own.
Her hands roam down my chest, and she tugs on the bottom of my T-shirt, pulling it up. I raise my arms so she can get it off, and she gives me a crooked grin as she tosses it aside. With fumbling hands, her next course of action is to unbuckle my belt and undo the button of my jeans. She slides the zipper down and I lift up so she can pull my jeans down as well—just enough so she can have easy access. I let out a groan of pleasure as her hand slips inside my boxers and finds my erection. Even drunk, the girl knows what she’s doing.
Finally, she finds my mouth with hers, her tongue slipping in as she proceeds to play the most drunken game of tonsil hockey known to man. The way she’s stroking my dick has me not giving a shit how wet and sloppy her kisses are, and I slide my hand up her dress, not surprised when I find that she’s not wearing any panties. I slip my hand between her legs, and she moans when I press against her clit before moving down to find her completely wet for me. I don’t waste any time pushing my fingers inside her, and it’s not long before she’s writhing on top of me, moaning her release into my mouth as I feel her clench around my fingers. Pulling back, she gives me a drunken smile that’s laced with satisfaction. Her eyes are hooded as she begins to come down from her orgasm.
“That was soooo good,” she mumbles as she pulls her hand out of my pants. Apparently, Knox’s advice has been working, because even though she’s been jacking me off for a good ten minutes, I’m nowhere near close to getting off.
She climbs off my lap and lies face down on the couch next to where I’m sitting up, placing her head in my lap. I lift up when she pulls on my jeans, and when I do, she pushes my boxers down and then looks up at me. With glossy eyes, she begins to
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