"No," he said, and instantly remembered what had happened the last time they had been alone together, and blood started rushing to his cock. Her hand trailed lazily up his thigh.
"You know, I think I'm more than drunk enough for you to really take advantage of this situation," she slurred, taking another drink, her hand sliding up his thigh to his crotch. She rubbed his hard cock through his jeans. "I know how much you want me, Adam, I see you checking me out in the mornings."
"I check you out all the time," he said. Her hand clumsily found the fly of his pants and tugged at it. He unbuttoned his jeans for her, and in the next moment his cock found its way out of the hole in the front of his boxers. Kitty descended on it in an instant, taking it in her mouth, sucking first on the head and then slowly sliding her lips down his engorged prick. He moaned and she started moving her head up and down, sucking hard on him. She had never done this before. They few times they had been drunk enough to fool around, they had only made out. This was a whole new level, and Adam wondered—hoped—how far it would go tonight. She grabbed a hold of his cock with her hand and started licking all over the head and exposed shaft as she pumped his cock with her hand. She let go of him and clumsily got on her knees on the floor before him, and continued her oral ministrations. It wasn't long at all before she was sucking the cum from him, and swallowing it down, his hands on her head, holding her down so that her mouth was around the base of his cock and the head was spasming just inside her throat.
When he finished shooting his load, he let go of her head, but she continued sucking him, pulling every last drop out of him. She finally took it out of her mouth, and then fell on her butt on the floor.
"Brad's one lucky guy," Adam remarked, still breathing heavy from the intense orgasm.
"You're the one getting lucky tonight," Kitty said, as she climbed back onto the sofa. They started making out. Adam could taste the saltiness of his cum on her tongue, and was a little shocked to find that he liked it. Their hands wandered each others bodies, and he soon reached up her skirt and pulled down her thong. It was soaked.
"You are one horny bitch," he said.
She purred into his mouth. "I've needed to get fucked all day. You know how horny I get when I'm drunk."
He easily slid a finger into her dripping cunt, and she moaned. He slid his finger in and out as she rubbed his cock back to life. By the time he slid his middle finger in to join the index, he had a good hard erection. She hiked her short skirt up over her butt and climbed on top of him, straddling him and grinding her pussy against his hard shaft. She slid her wet lips up and down his dick, and then started rubbing them right against the head, and it wasn't long at all before she had impaled her little body on his rock hard prick. When he was fully inside her, they looked at each other, both fully understanding, in spite of their intoxication levels, the line they had crossed and the secret they would keep from the ones they truly loved.
They kissed anyway, not knowing what else to do. She moaned into his mouth and he grabbed her tight ass, helping her slide up and down his cock. She was wet and hot inside. She realized he was about the same size as her boyfriend, and he filled her well. She started bouncing on him, her hands on his shoulders, her body angled so his cock was hitting her G-spot with each thrust. She started coming soon, her pussy spasming around his cock. She cried out in pleasure and then collapsed on his chest.
He picked her up, pulling his cock out of her, and laid her on her belly across the sofa. She put her hands on the armrest and then propped her butt up in the air and wiggled it drunkenly at him. He got behind her, squeezed her buttcheeks and then spread them apart, and pointed the head of his cock at her asshole. He pressed it against her anus and slowly pushed it in. He kept pushing until his cock was buried in her ass, and then he grabbed her hips and slowly started thrusting. He slowly built his tempo, enjoying every moment inside her tight asshole. One of her hands slid between her legs and toyed with her clit, and she started pushing back against his thrusts. He started fucking her hard, and she was lost in a drunken haze of pain and pleasure, until finally he thrust deeply into her bowels and shot his seed inside her.
*****
Meanwhile, somewhere in rural Missouri, about an hour away from Columbia, Lauren was stoned. They were in Logan's car, a twenty year old Mercury Grand Marquis, a tank of a car. Logan was driving. Lauren was sitting next to him, and Hanna was sitting on the passenger side. They had smoked the first joint soon after they left, about an hour and a half ago. Lauren had just hung up on Adam, and Hanna was sparking the second joint of the evening. Lauren was still ripped from the first joint. It had made her pretty giggly, and it also made her really get into the music Logan had playing on the car stereo. He said it was the Grateful Dead, a bootlegged tape from one of their shows. It was old-fashioned rock and roll music with super-extended solos.
They had driven past endless fields of cabbage and soy, and a fair number of vineyards, which surprised Lauren a bit. Her mind wandered without her consent. Whenever she looked at Hanna, she remembered what she had done to her the night before. She realized she was horny and sitting between two of the sexiest people she had ever known. Only problem was, she was so high she didn't know what to do.
Logan and Hanna were talking about the most random shit. Lauren giggled, her mind lost in the clouds, in the joint being passed across the front seat of Logan's car, and in the wetness between her legs. Logan just kept driving and driving. Lauren had no idea where they were, but she didn't care at all. Normally that would have freaked her out. Now, she was oblivious. She wondered for a moment what Adam was up to, but then she got pissed, so she took another hit, and her mind wandered on back to the music, and she asked Logan what song they were listening to, and he said "That's it for the other one," and the joint came back to her again and she hit it, and handed it over to Hanna. They had told her to hold in the hit for as long as she could, and a haze overcame her as she slowly let the smoke out.
Another hour passed, and Logan stopped at a gas station to fill up the tank. They were headed back to Columbia, and smoked a third joint on the way. Lauren had to hold Hanna's hand as they headed up the fire escape and through the kitchen door.
Adam was drunk, watching baseball on the sofa. Kitty was passed out in a recliner.
"Are you still stoned?" he slurred at her.
"Out of my mind," she replied, still holding tight to Hanna. Adam glared at Hanna and Logan as they walked through the dining room. He turned back to the TV and started muttering something to himself. "I missed you too," Lauren stammered, before Hanna led her away, sensing an imminent fight between the couple. She took Lauren into her room, and closed the door behind her.
"Logan!" Adam shouted, as Logan was opening the door to his own room.
"What?" Logan replied.
"Don't get my girlfriend high," he said.
"I don't make decisions for your girlfriend, and neither should you," Logan replied, and went into his room and shut the door behind him.
