So, of course, like most of us, it's when I've had a lot to drink on a night out that so many of my naughty experiences unfold. After a night of hardcore alcoholic volumes freeing my spirit. And tonight was no exception.
This particular naughty experience started with Kerry, my close friend, and me going for a few drinks on a Saturday afternoon because we had nothing better to do, and vodka was as cheap as water in the Student Union bar.
Through the afternoon, we accumulated an entourage like a snowball rolling down a hill growing in size until at the night's peak, we had about 20 of us around makeshift pulled-together tables. Everyone was drunk and shouting over each other but laughing in the rowdy group's chaos.
At some stage, Kerry dragged her boyfriend, Rich, into the group despite wanting to watch the football in another bar with his mates. He had no choice. He's a little under her thumb, but Kerry can also be very persuasive when she's drunk. She made it very clear he was in for a naked horny naughty Kerry later that day, and he should bring his cash card and big cock over here, which he did. And his cash card was very quickly out in the open... a while before his cock was.
Well, I think in Kerry's mind, in her chaotic world, she wanted to stay out as long as possible and knew that dragging Rich here was a surefire way for her to reserve energy and pennies on this mission and someone to get her home safely and tuck her in and all for a quickie which she would probably sleep through.
He's a sweet guy, though, and she does love him.
Anyway, as the night wears on, the group shrinks as drink takes over, and the horny levels increase around the tables. It seems the most unlikely pairs have flirted and sloped off, and no doubt one or two of the crowd will wake in the morning and mutter, 'What the hell was I thinking!'
Kerry had a longer than usual flirty, playful mood as she got drunker and drunker and made it clear to Rich in front of us all and the rest of the bar she was going to empty his cock and balls when they got home.
She had her ample boobs out on many occasions, sometimes on purpose and sometimes by accident, as her drunken flopping about dragged her top down, revealing a braless top half. All the boys around the table did not attempt to hide their stares at every chance. I wonder what they wanted to do to her boobs. Suck them or cum on them?
Then, soon enough, she stepped up her loose behaviour, returning from the toilets with her panties in her hand. Proud she was panty-less as well as bra-less now. At this stage, there was me, Rich, and two other boys left, and they were clearly sitting with no drinks but hoping for more on show when she announced her panties were off and would anyone like a lick. We all wanted to say yes but didn't. We just looked. Now we knew what panties she was wearing all night. And we could only guess how wet and tasty they might be. She left them on the chair. Maybe they stayed there for the cleaners. I hope someone found them and had some joy with them.
Then Kerry went phase 3 playful as she got his cock out to show me, and to be fair, Rich didn't put up much of a fight, maybe he wanted to, or perhaps he had no choice, but it was still pretty impressive. She didn't warm him up much between her fingers, but he was still semi-hard and flopping around on show for us. I think he grew a little with the excitement of my eyes on him. One of the other boys left, but sexily enough, the other was happy to look, too. Cute. And so I was thinking. Has it ever got hard with me in mind? Maybe looking at my pics? Has Rich ever wanked over me? This has to be something I need to find out, and unless he's told Kerry about it, I will have to find out from him. See how randomly obtuse horny I get after a drink!
So eventually, we are full up on bubbles with wobbly legs and spinning heads, and we walk home. Stagger home. Kerry clings to Rich as he drags her along with her shoes in one hand and the other, holding on to her for dear life. This is a clear vision of what will happen when we get inside their little shared apartment. Because he doesn't get his shag. Within seconds, she's flopped out in a coma.
He walks me home anyway. He offered it very sweetly because he probably didn't need me as this extra task so late and weary, but it was very sweet. And even though it is just a few streets away, it gave me a chance to fish for information on his wanking history. Has he ever wanked over me? Looked at social media pics or thought about me as he stroked that big hard cock and emptied himself?
Maybe, I think, I don't come outright and ask it like that. I mean, I get brave when I'm drunk, but not that brave right now. So I go round the houses a little. We laugh a little at how adventurous Kerry is when she's drunk, that she always gets her boobs out, and how tiny those panties were she took off tonight for the whole bar to see. 'I bet those guys will be wanking over her tonight in bed', I say to him, laughing. 'He replies with a drawn-out 'yeah' as if this is the first time it has crossed his mind this is happening. But also in a drawn-out way that suggests that maybe it could one day become one of his favourite things. That in itself is a sexy thought.
So this is a seamless link towards my future line of investigative enquiries with Rich, I think to myself, very proud of myself as we walk and I link arms with him with a skip and a drunken giggle, 'I'm sure all you boys wank over random girls' I laugh 'Go on admit.'
To my surprise, he doesn't clam up and fob me off but replies with a flirty 'wouldn't you like to know' which makes me laugh, and the flow continues, 'So come on then, Rich, name and shame, who have you wanked over that I know?'
A small silence.
'That would be telling' is his next non-creative reply as I put my key in my door and let us in, thinking I'd rather see than hear about it now.
Now, it's not something I've ever thought about with Rich. I know some guys that wank over me, and I've wondered about other guys that might have or guys I would like to, but Rich has never been one of them. But right now, as he follows me into the house down the hallway, I decide it's the most essential thing in the world to me. Wet pants and vodka do that to me.
