I watched her lips and envisioned them around my cock. “Let me get you a drink,” I said.
I looked at the clock it was 8 p.m. I didn’t have much time to get her wasted. “Ok,” she said.
I hurried over to the bar and poured a shot of Jeager. That was the strongest alcohol I could find. I was on my way back to her when a light bulb turned on above my head. I went into the kitchen a grabbed a Red Bull. I poured it into the Jeager and smiled. I wanted her energetic for our little rendezvous. I won’t stand for it if she can’t keep up. “Here you are,” I said handing her my concoction.
I watched as she downed it quickly. “MMM. That was good,” she said.
“That was just a shot, how about if I fix you a big drink,” I said.
“Sure,” she said.
Her eyes burned into me and it caused a stirring in my pants. I needed a drink myself too.
“Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?” Joy asked.
“Ok this is where I live. Open your eyes,” I said.
Joy opened her eyes and I opened the door to his apartment. “Zac your place is great,” she said.
I lead her into the living room and she sat on the couch. “Zac are you ok?” she asked me.
“I’m fine,” I lied.
“Zac I know something is bothering you?”
“Well, there is something that I wanted to do for a long time,” I said.
“What is it Zac?” she asked.
Her eyes looked desperate. I leaned into her and gently cupped her face with my hands and pulled her face into mine, pressing my lips to hers. This feeling was incredible. It was something I wanted for a long time.
I ignored the flashback and I let Zac take off my shirt. He kissed me so gently and caressed my skin. It was beautiful, but more than I could handle. I’ve never had a guy treat my body like a treasure. In fact, I usually prefer to get thrown around; it’s the only way I can get off most of the time. Zac unsnapped my bra and another flashback hit me....
I shook the flashback again and faced Zac. He slid his hand into my underpants his touch caused me to shiver. He slid his finger inside of me and I lost it. This flashback was worst of all.
“Zac stop,” I said sitting up suddenly.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I shouldn’t have.”
“No, kissing you was beautiful, it all was, it just brought back some flashbacks,” I said.
“Joy I understand. It was my fault for being so inconsiderate,” he said to me.
“It’s ok,” I said as I pulled my shirt over my head.
She followed me cluelessly. It was time. I walked her all the way up the stairs to my bedroom and I locked the door behind us. “Are we going to sleep now?” she asked me.
“Yes,” I said as I pulled her dress off.
“I need pajamas,” she mumbled.
“Don’t you worry about a thing,” I said as I entered her roughly.
She stared at me blankly. I wasn’t even sure, she knew her name. I thrusted in and out of her again and again. “Are my pajamas on?” she asked.
“Yes sweetheart. Don’t you worry,” The tightness of her pussy drove me insane.
It was hot, wet and oozing down her leg. I thrusted harder and harder. I could see tears form in her eyes and it only made me fuck her harder. “Is it time for work?” she asked. Now she was getting annoying. “Are my pajamas on? I’m cold,” she asked.
She was ruining it for me. I slapped her across the face. She blinked for a second and she seemed shock, but it shut her up. I thrusted again, this time I was going to explode. I pulled out and I shot my load all over her face. It was unbelievable. I looked down at her and she was squirming cluelessly. I grabbed a towel and wiped her face, while I put her dress back on. “Come on we’re going downstairs,” I said as I grabbed her hand.
I looked around in hopes of possibly seeing Ashlee. I went through the kitchen and dining room and then into the living room and there she was on the couch. “Hi Ashlee,” I said.
“Are my pajamas on?” she asked me.
She seemed to be completely wasted. “Are you okay?” I asked her.
“I want to dance,” she said as she stood up on the coffee table.
She began to unzip the back of her dress. “Hey, come on, you need to get home,” I said as I picked her up.
“You’re leaving already. You just got here,” Taylor said.
“Shake your booty,” Ashlee said.
I could feel her pulse and her heart was racing. “Taylor how could you let her get this drunk,” I said angrily.
“A good host runs the party and they can’t keep track of every single guest,” I said.
“You never lost me,” I said. She stared at me for a moment. “Joy I love you.”
“Zac I love you too. I didn’t want things to turn out the way they did,” she said.
“I know me either,” I said.
“Let’s just lay here,” Joy said as she clung to me.
But she couldn’t hold it and a moment later she puked on my lap. Lovely, the smell was so putrid I had to open a window. I pulled into the driveway and helped her out of the car. All of her weight was pressed against my right side as we struggled, up the stairs. I opened the door with her keys and turned on the lights. She hurried to the bathroom and I could hear her vomiting. I followed her and held her hair back as she continued to vomit. I could feel her body shaking in my arms. After a few minutes, she sat up and looked at me. I helped her up and into her bedroom. “Wow you’re hot,” she said as she planted tiny kisses on my neck.
Her touch sent shivers down my spine and I knew I had to pull her away. “Ashlee you need to get some rest,” I said.
“But I want to fuck,” she said as she ran her hands between my legs.
I don’t think I was ever more turned on, but I knew it was only the alcohol talking. She didn’t really want me. She tried once more to kiss me and I had to push her away. “Where do you keep your pajamas?” I asked.
“I’m wearing them silly,” she said.
I opened the drawer next to her bed and I got lucky. I pulled out a white nightgown and placed it on the bed. I pulled her dress over her head and I swallowed hard. Her body was more beautiful than I imagined. I pulled her shoes off and pulled the nightgown on, over her head. “Are you going to be okay?” I asked her.
“Stay here tonight. PLEASE. Eat, or drink anything you want, take a shower, watch TV, use the computer, do whatever you want, just please don’t leave,” she pleaded.
“I won’t leave you. I promise,” I said bending down to kiss her forehead.
I shut the light and closed her door behind me. I looked around and the computer caught my eye. I was kind of curious about it. But I needed to get out of these puke covered clothes. I stripped down to only my boxer briefs and put all of my clothes into the washing machine. I hit start and went back to the computer. I turned it on and I was appalled. Ugh. Who uses dial up anymore? All of her programs are out of date. No wonder this computer is so slow. “Who are you?”
“Huh,” I nearly jumped out of my seat.
I turned to face this little boy standing next to me. “I’m Isaac. I’m friends with Ashlee. Is she your mom?” I asked although I’m pretty sure I knew the answer to that question already.
“Yes. My name is Sean,” he said.
“Your mom isn’t feeling well and she asked me to stay here over night,” I said.
I can’t believe she didn’t tell me she had a son. What’s the big deal anyway? “Are you her boyfriend?” he asked me.
“No, just a friend,” I said.
“Oh man, I wish you were. It’s been a long time since my mom had a boyfriend,” he said.
“My daddy left us, and now I have nobody to do things with like sports,” he said.
“What’s your favorite sport?” I asked.
“Soccer,” he said.
“I like soccer too. How about we get some sleep and tomorrow I’ll play a game of soccer with you,” I said.
“Okay goodnight,” he said as he hurried off to bed.
What a cute kid. It’s sad that he has no father. I turned my attention back to the computer and I hit update. By the time she wakes up, she’ll feel like she has a new computer. I laid down on the couch and closed my eyes. Tomorrow would be quite the day.