Drunken Lovin'

So I was drunk.  Alcohol strips you of the inhibitions that prevented me from pouncing on my crush since-seventh-grade earlier.  White Russians remind me of her, one summer later.

It was early May, and since our online talk about how college had made her bi-curious, I was frankly looking to get in her pants.  We frequent the same parties, just a bunch of friends from high school hanging out, drinking, and being spontaneous.  She's casting deviously seductive stares at me, and I'm feeling a bit playful, so i beacon her towards me, and throw my mouth against her vodka and Kahlua flavored mouth.  At this time, we're halfway down a corridor, her shorter frame backing my taller, lankier one against the closest wall, and a friend looks over, jaw agape and rhetorically asks if we're making out.  Our answer is to grab each other's hair and tug as hard as we can.

I brown out.  We take a smoke break, and she gets up to go inside.  I follow her into the bedroom of a new tenant, one i hadn't met before.  Months later, he ends up fucking the sister of one of my friends and dumping another friend of mine for him, which makes it justified.  She closes the door and locks it, and that's when I know for sure that I'm going to have her.  Shirts and pants go off, and she's hanging onto my neck like a vampire, biting and sucking as hard as she can.  She flips me over, pulls down my underwear, and starts going at me, like a pro.  I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that I'm getting laid by a girl I've been enamored with since middle school.

More browning out, however unfortunate, and next thing I know, I'm exploring her musty regions ever so carefully, trying to not do anything wrong.  Finally, I get the rhythm down, and she starts squirming like crazy.  I get even more into it until she's screaming my name as loud as she can without others in the main room not hearing.

Again, another brown out.  We're cuddling, naked, talking like we always do, and there's a sense of comfort in that.  We eventually join our friends in the adjoining room, and they can guess what we've done, judging from the time lapse, the locked door, and the tell tale marks all over our bodies.