I'm horny, very, very horny. I'm a little drunk too. Not falling down drunk, but I have a good buzz on. Not so drunk that I don't know what I'm doing. I'm also pissed off big time.
It's prom night. The last Saturday before I go home from university. I got my degree and I should be happy. My boyfriend, Andy has been tormenting me all day. He's been grabbing my bum, trying to get my pussy. Getting hold of my breasts when he could, and telling me what he will be doing to me when we get back home.
I had to kick him out of the bedroom when I was getting dressed or we wouldn't have made it to the prom. Anticipating some hot action later. I put on some lacy undies and hold ups instead of tights, before struggling into my dress. It's a full length form fitting dress which shows off my figure well but doesn't show much flesh. I'm not the type of girl to flaunt what I have I public.
We took a taxi to the ballroom and had a great time. The meal was superb, the band was good and the drink flowed.
During the meal, Andy kept playing with my thighs and pushing his hand between them. My dress and panties were between his fingers and my pussy but it was still a turn on. While we were dancing he would fondle my bottom and pull me close to him so I could feel his hard on against me. I was getting very horny and could hardly wait till we got back home.
I had a few drinks, just enough to get a buzz but Andy kept knocking them back. I tried to slow him down but he wasn't having it. Towards the end of the evening he could hardly stand. We went back to our table where Andy promptly passed out. Most of the guests were starting to leave.
This was going to be a bit of a problem. I didn't know how I was going to get him home. I wasn't strong enough to move him on my own. I needed a pee so left him to go to the toilet.
On my way back I noticed that nearly everybody had gone and Andy was alone at the table.
I noticed Rob walking over towards us. I sort of know Rob and we have spoken in the past, but we don't move in the same social circles
"Are you OK, Veronica?" He asked.
"Actually, no," I replied. "I'm fine but Andy has passed out with drinking too much and I don't know how I'm going to get him home."
"If you don't mind waiting a while longer I'll help you get him home. I helped to organise the prom and I just have a few things to do before I can leave."
"That would be great, thanks so much."
Rob wandered off to do whatever he had to do and I made sure that I was ready to leave.
It was about fifteen minutes later that Rob came back.
"Right," he said. "I've got my car out the front. I'll get you both home."
"I can't expect you to drive us home. I'll just ring for a taxi. If you could help me get him to the taxi, that will be great, thanks."
"What are you going to do when you get home? Andy doesn't look like he's going to come round anytime soon. How will you get him out of the taxi and into the house?"
"Oh bugger. I hadn't thought of that"
"OK. Let's get him to the car."
Luckily Rob is a rugby player and quite fit and strong so with him doing most of the work we managed to get Andy into the back seat of Rob's car.
We set off and I gave directions. It wasn't long before we arrived at our flat.
It was a struggle to get Andy out of the car but we managed and got into the entrance lobby. Our flat is on the second floor and luckily there was a lift.
When we got into the flat, Rob asked.
"Where do you want him?"
