To begin the story we begin with being in her room, last night. The five of us (her being the only female, the rest males, including myself) are sitting there, when someone decides they want to have a "fun" night and drink. We take it out to the hot tub and start to drinking, passing around different sorts of alcohol with water as a chaser. I did not want to drink in the first place but once I realized I could sleep over, I engaged in the intaking of these beverages. I drink a few sips of rum, a few sips of vodka, a few gulps of the vodka and coke, and other drinks throughout the next hour and then we decide to cut it off early. Before we get out of the hot tub, as I am sitting across from her, she asks for a foot massage. I am known to give good massages and have no problem with feet so I oblige, which is where it truly begins.
We all had to wake up the next morning at teacher **** pics 6:30 so we stop at 1:00, get out of the hot tub and into her living room. In her living room is a U-type couch with a pull-out bed in the center of the U. She goes to her room and gets into her pajamas while the rest of us, who for the most part had not planned to spend the night, stay to sleep in our clothes. She comes back saying she wants to cuddle, since we are all very open (best described as "drama kids") and touchy-feely, it is not out of the ordinary. On the left side of the U lies on friend then comes the bed which, from left to right, contains a friend, her, and myself, and on the right side of the U is another friend. We all lay down and she asks for a massage, to continue what we had in the hot tub. Again, I oblige. She lays on her side, back facing me, and I give her a massage, or technically half of one since it was difficult to massage her right side, and we proceed to watch the "The Nightman Cometh" episode of It's Always Sunny inn Philadelphia, my favorite episode.
By now the time is 1;45 and everyone around us is asleep. I have stopped the massage and we begin to cuddle, me being the bigger spoon. I start to realize what's happening when she begins to grab my legs with hers and intertwine them. I put my left arm around her, resting on her stomach, and my right arm up, underneath the pillows. She grabbed my left hand and put it into hers, and began to play with my hair. She continued playing with my hair for 10 minutes and I understood what was happening completely. At this point, I asked myself what sober me would do. I did exactly what sober me would do. Wait for her to engage.
The time is 2:00, she asked me, "Why are you breathing like that?" She was referring to the adrenaline increasing my breathing. I started to take long, deep breaths, to calm myself down. She turned around our noses touching, staring into each others eyes. We both knew. She kisses me on the cheek, lean her head back slightly farther and gets a good look at me. Sober me is saying, "Stop, you have to wake up in 4 hours, she's drunk, she doesn't want this," but drunk me overpowers that voice with simply, "You want this." And hot girl **** I did. She says ,"Nothing good happens after 2 AM," and I agree. I understand the sign that she wants to however she also wants to hold back.
She comes at me with speed and we begin to make out. I stop thinking. For the first time in a long while, all I can think of is her. She knows I liked her not but 6 months ago. She knows I will go as far as she decides. She knows sober me, but she doesn't know drunk me. We make out for minutes, little breathing breaks in between. She lightly bites my lip and a quiet "Fuck, that is hot" slips out of my mouth. She hears it. She likes it. We continue to make out until I look at the time. 2:30. The longer this happens, the more tired we will be tomorrow, the farther we go, and the more we regret it. I stop her. I am still ready but I don't want to do anything we will regret. We lay back down in the same position and I know she wants more. She lusts for contact. She knows I will give in. And so I do.
I reposition myself, closer to her, to the point where she can feel "it" in her back. With my left arm again around her, my hand finds her right boob. I begin groping over her shirt and bra, and she has her hand on mine. I start to slip my finger underneath her bra, little bit by bit, making sure she can stop me whenever. The cost is clear and I go for it. After a bit, I stop. I tell her to go to sleep. She says, "Tomorrow is going to be weird." I agree but say, "Just chill out."
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