These two industrious journalists had finished a night at an area bar and she needed a place to sober up for a while. His apartment seemed like the best place, so he took her there, not knowing a private fantasy two years in the making would become fulfilled.
She had downed too many drinks, specifically flirtinis and vodka and tonics, to have the good sense not to want this.
She wore a turquoise blouse with a black over-sweater and a black skirt with Dolce and Gabana high heels. She brushed her hair to the left and let it hang over her ocean blue eyes.
Her glossed lips looked as cold as they were inviting. This night, with the splash of alcohol fresh and powerful, they beckoned him. Her smooth brown hair matched his.
Robbie didn't want to be honest. He would swear he did not. She was too gorgeous, too sexy, however, for him to resist.
So, he launched into a heartfelt diatribe about her snotty boyfriend and how much she impressed him as a journalist.
He respected her as much as he lusted after her. Robbie had never planned to seduce or be seduced by Kathy.
Plans change. Reporters should know that after two weeks on the job.
He agreed to drive her home after they went out with a group to have some drinks. Everyone else needed to go elsewhere from campus.
She lived in a dorm—alone—so this boded well for the evening's sexual adventure.
They went to his apartment at her request, especially when he mentioned the comfy foldout couch.
He could tell she was kind of horny, but he refused to entertain the thought.
That was, until, they started talking.
"You're horny when you're drunk," Robbie said. "But, I thought you would be out by now. Aren't you sleepy?"
"Sort of," Kathy replied. "But, I also had too much caffeine earlier, so I'm wired."
She giggled.
"I also just want to fuck something. Goddamnit, Robbie."
"Sorry if I'm being inappropriate."
She giggled again.
"Inappropriate is my middle name," Robbie zipped back. "I always want to fuck something, even after a glass of water. My woody is a lumberjack—always looking for work."
She began laughing uncontrollably and ran over to slap his butt.
"God, you're sexy," he blurted out. "What luck it must take to get you."
He regretted it the moment he said it.
She didn't mind when she was this drunk. Instead, she walked back over and offered him a five second kiss with a tiny bit of tongue. To punctuate her thoughts, she grabbed the area of his jeans nearest his crotch. She winked her eyes and giggled.
Shocked, he retreated and shook his head.
"Uh, I don't think this is such a good idea," he stammered.
"I think it's a great idea," she said, winking again.
"Uh—what about your boyfriend?" Robbie asked.
"He doesn't have to know, and you're right, he probably cheats on me anyway," Kathy responded.
"Really? You're sure?"
"Fuck, Robbie, I'm horny as shit and ready to take my clothes off. Are you going to be a man or chicken out?"
Carpe diem, he thought.
With that, he smiled and walked over to her. He threw his hands on the back of her dress, feeling her ass bones. They began a several minute-long make out session.
