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“What about drunk?”
“Actually I like them that way.”
“Oh yeah? And why is that?”
“Because they’re more likely to not have any inhibitions,” I said, staring directly at him, challenging him to look away, hoping that he wouldn’t.
He didn’t. His smile grew wider but his gaze didn’t waver one bit. “That’s funny,” he said. “That’s the same reason I like my women drunk.”
“Then you’re in luck.”
“As are you,” he said.
“So, do you have any more beers in there?” I asked.
“No, but I have some more potent st
uff.”
“You mind if I share some with you?”
“I’d be delighted,” he said. “As long as you’re willing to share some other stuff too.”
“Oh, I could probably be persuaded to do lots of different things tonight,” I said. “I’m in one of those kinds of moods.”
“What a coincidence,” he said. “So am I.”
“Then I guess I’ll meet you at your door,” I said as I turned and walked away. I could feel his eyes on my ass until I turned the corner.
This was gonna be fun.
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Ten minutes later we were in his kitchen, throwing down our sixth shot of Tequila. Combined with my earlier drinking I was really feeling the effects of the alcohol. I was in that perfect state; drunk enough to act compulsively but not so wasted that I didn’t know what I was doing. I was fully aware of my actions, I just didn’t care.
“Can I tell you something?” I said, catching Johnny’s eye and giving him a nasty little smile.
“You can tell me whatever you want.”
I cupped my hand around my mouth, leaned in towards him, stuck my mouth right next to his ear and whispered, “I really need to get fucked.”
“Is that right?” he said, shifting his head so he was looking at me. One corner of his mouth was turned up in a confident little smirk.
“Yep. And when I say fucked I mean fucked,” I said, running my hands over his chest while I talked. “With a capital F. Not made love to, all mellow and romantic and shit. Fucked. Hard. Pounded. Until I’m screaming.” I shifted so my face was directly in front of his. Our lips were practically touching. “Do you think you can help me out with that?”
“Oh, I don’t think that would be much of a problem at all,” he said, grabbing me by the waist and easily lifting me up onto the kitchen counter. “Good hard poundings just happen to be my specialty.”
“Lucky me,” I said.
He stepped in closer and stuck his tongue into my mouth and started aggressively exploring it.
I returned the favor, kissing him back just as intensely as he was kissing me. His hands ran up under my shirt and deftly undid my bra. I shrugged out of it and it fell to the floor. He pulled my shirt off and grabbed my tits while we continued to make out.
His head moved down to my chin and then neck, kissing me as he went, stopping only once he reached my tits. He took one of my nipples in his mouth and flicked his tongue against it until it was hard, then sucked on it right up until that perfect point between pleasure and pain before letting go and making his way over to the other one.
Johnny working my tits was making me horny as hell. I ran my hand up under my skirt and started rubbing my pussy over my panties. It only took a few seconds before I was soaking through them. I yanked them aside and slipped two fingers into my pussy and started playing with myself, rubbing and fingering my soaking wet pussy.
Still banging myself, I ran my free hand up his leg to his crotch, feeling his hard cock beneath his pants. I began to rub my hand against it, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed.
