I remember sitting alone with you at the hotel bar after our third friend stormed out on us over some stupid thing, only to forgive us, as always, in the morning. We were drinking delicious sweet tea vodka lemonades and reminiscing over our recent trip down south - the one where the three of us all broke something. You broke your pelvis, our friend broke his car, and I broke my habit of seeing you only as a friend.
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The bar was closing up, and you were drunk as fuck. Ok, we were both drunk as fuck, but I was the one with a hotel key and all you had were car keys. I pointed this out, and you said "Oops." but your eyes said "What did you expect?" My pussy felt a small tremble at the thought. We giggled on the way to the elevator as I was trying to keep it together. Walking down the hall to my room, I teased you for not being able to walk faster than a drunk girl in heels, and you retaliated by poking me repeatedly under the ribs. Once we were in the door, I gasped from this ticklish torture, which of course made you double down until I was left giggling and squirming on the floor underneath you.
I cursed at you to stop. Only when I threatened a nudge to your still tender hip would you relent. You stopped and had your hands next to my head and leaned in real close with a bemused scowl inches from my face, daring me to try.
You got up right away, with a smirk, and left me on the floor, leaving a twinge of wet anticipation between my legs.
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Bedtime. You just clicked off the TV. Instead of the room being completely dark, the lights of downtown Boston gave everything a dim glow. I saw you blink, looking at the ceiling. The Firefly vodka that was still coursing through my head told me to roll over to get a better look at you, putting you within arms reach. Whether or not it was the vodka that told me how soft your lips looked, it didn't matter - I had to confirm it. I reached out and gently touched your mouth.
After a few seconds you asked "What are you doing?"
"I don't know..."
I moved my finger around the outline of your lips.
"...Should I stop?"
You pushed your head ever so slightly back into the pillow and whispered "no".
I ran my fingers down your jaw and saw your lips part...I leaned in to kiss you and you didn't seem to have trouble figuring out what I was doing thereafter.
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