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ALEXIS, AKA BLISSFULLY BLITZED AND HORNY

I used to steal swigsoff Gary’s beers. The flavor was like foamy piss, but I liked the booze-fueled buzz. After a few sips, I was happy for hours.

So I’m flying high after drinking an entire cocktail!

Egged on by the smiling beefcake, I do a vogue-and-chicken dance mix to a song by They Might Be Giants. I lack rhythm or grace. I’m just a bouncing bitch with a big crush on the hunky beam of sexy sunshine. That’s why I ditch dancing and climb on the barstool to get up high enough to wrap myself in his arms.

West kisses me and doesn’t stop for a long damn time. Songs change. Someone pokes my ass and announces they want to leave. The cousins and Tripp head out.

Our lips only part when West needs to threaten his sister’s boyfriend.

“You take her straight home,” he says, still holding me like a baby in his powerful arms while he pokes at the smaller man. “No quickies in the woods or even a handy in the parking lot. You take my very wasted sister straight home, or else I’ll be the one who ends you, not her.”

“She’s scarier,” says the dark-haired guy.

West leans closer and growls in his most menacing voice, “Only because Tuesday announces all the terrible things she’ll do to your body before letting you die. I’m keeping my game plan for your torturous end to myself. Get it, cum-stain?”

The guy submissively lowers his gaze, and I nearly laugh in his face. But that kind of bad attitude just isn’t possible when I’m flying this high on the booze party plane.

West pays the bill and carries me out to his motorcycle. I sit in front of him, my legs wrapped around his hips, my pussy pressed against his impressive bulge.

His hands are in my hair. My lips suck at his throat. His tongue dances across my neck. My arms ensnare his shoulders, holding him in place, refusing to let go.

Tomorrow will be just another day. Tonight is magical. No way will I allow our good times to end.

“Let me help you,” I whisper against his chest as I stroke his cock through his pants.

Groaning, West slides my hand away. “I’ve waited so long for you. I’m not having my first official jizz like this.”

I think to point out how he’s making a big deal out of a little relief. Before I can speak, his lips are on mine.

Eventually, against my best efforts, West insists we take a moment to breathe. His hands remain on my face as he studies me under the parking lot lights.

“I need to see you tomorrow,” he says as if his life depends on my answer.

“We could go somewhere with a bed,” I mumble while dealing with a blazing hot pussy screaming for relief.

West frowns as if I’ve hurt his feelings. “This is about more than screwing, Alexis. I’ve had a lot of sex, but there’s only one you.”

“Well, buddy, I haven't had any sex, and I’m horny as hell.”

Grinning instantly, he glances down at my legs wrapped around his waist.

“I wish I could help you with that,” he says and looks around the parking lot. “But you’ll need to do what I do and enjoy a shower rubout.”

“Sounds complicated. Can’t you just fix the problem?”

“Stop tempting me.”

“You claim I was doing that shit when I was seventeen. Apparently, my very existence is a big seductive dance. How can I possibly turn it off?”

“True,” West says and kisses me. “When can I see you tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. I have crystal gazing in the evening. I think I’m supposed to help the cousins paint the kitchen in the morning.”

West opens his sexy mouth to complain but closes it quickly. “That’ll do. I need to get a few things in order. Then, I’ll pick you up for work. After you finish reading people’s fortunes or whatever you do, I’ll take you out for a really nice meal in Rockwell.”

“Ooh, fancy,” I murmur before tugging up his shirt and soaking in his hot flesh.

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