It was a beautiful, warm night in Hawaii, at that perfect time of year, when the sun is out its longest. The moon was full, and I was on the beach with my wife and a couple that lived down the street from us. We just laid on the sand, watching the waves break on the reef about a half mile out, lightly lapping the shoreline. We all had our drinks, and had shots lined up, just for fun. We had never drunk with these people before, but I knew Missy, my wife, would be too drunk to function after this round, and would be put in bed.
We all raised our glasses, clinked them together, and threw the burning fluid down our throats. Just as suspected, Missy attempted to stand up, only to stumble towards the cabin we had rented. I rose, and helped her up the slight slope, and into the bedroom. As I laid her head down, I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head as she passed out.
I grabbed another bottle of Patron and headed back to the beach. When I arrived, There were three more shots lined up. Smiling, I raised mine, "To drunkenness!" I cheered, and threw one more back. Being the goofy guy has its advantages. I tend to be given shot after shot as people try to out drink me, unaware that that is how I've lived my life since I was a teenager. Everyone gives the goofy guy a shot.
Well, as it turns out, everyone also gives the short sexy girls shots, too. Olivia was soon guiding her husband to bed, as well. Expecting the night to be over, I start collecting up the blanket we were all laying on. Olivia put her hand on my arm.
"Oh, don't do that yet, I'll be back in just a minute, I'll help," she said to me.
"Alright, I'll be waiting here for you," I said, as I laid back down on the blanket. Preparing for a long night with more drinking, I poured four more shots, since we could do two at a time now that the lightweights had gone to bed.
As she came walking down the hill back to the blanket, I realized that she had freshened up a little bit. She was just a friend, as was her husband, so this was the first time I had ever looked at her in any other way. She was short, just about 5 feet tall, she had light brown hair down to her shoulders, and a silk dress that clung to her little frame like it was made for it. Her dress was low cut in the front, revealing her soft, ivory cleavage. Her hips were prominent as it snugly fit her, just barely reaching past her beautiful ass.
She sat beside me, double fisting the shot glasses, and we both threw the shots down together. I laid back, looking up at the full moon, feeling its energy running through me, and she snuggled in close next to me. This was not unusual, since we were such close friends, but in that dress, I could barely resist myself from reaching out and feeling those smooth white legs.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked, eyes closed, face raised towards mine. I touched her chin lightly, and she turned her head and kissed me, opening her mouth to let my tongue in. I could feel my dick responding to her kiss, as she reached her arm around my head to hold me tighter. I brought my hand up her side, feeling the dress move up with it, as she sucked on my tongue. She lifted at my shirt, and pulled it off, flicking her tongue at my nipples, and grasping at my waistline with her fingernails.