I hated this bar. It was always too crowded and too noisy. I only went there because Harold and Travis said the scoring chances were higher in this bar than any other in town. We were lucky to find a table and three chairs before a group of 15 young people entered the bar and grabbed the rest of the empty chairs. Half an hour later, the music was barely heard above the background noise.
Harold tried his luck with two girls but without success. I saw him leaving our table and talking to another girl. Minutes later, I watched Travis chatting with a blond girl. He noticed me and signaled a thumbs up. He left the bar a short time later.
I was sitting sipping my beer and glancing at the crowd. Ten feet from me was a group of five people. Three guys and one of the two girls were arguing passionately about something. The other girl sat quietly, looking around. As I stared at her cute face, she smiled at me. She lowered her eyes quickly. I continued glancing at her, and a moment later, her eyes met mine again. This time, we both smiled at each other.
I signaled to her to join me. She hesitated and looked at her friends, who were still in a hot debate. The girl gazed in my direction again. I stood up and showed the two empty chairs near me. She nodded 'OK' and moved toward me.
I extended my hand, "Hi, I am Brad. Nice to meet you."
She grinned, "I am Erin."
We sat down. "I was watching you. Initially, I was impressed by your cute face, but then I noticed you didn't talk to others."
"My friends like to discuss politics, yet they never agree. This time, it was about Trump and his chances to survive the multiple accusations he faces."
"I know what you mean. We also fight over politics. Republicans vs. Democrats, Trump vs. Biden... By now, I am tired of all of this. The whole country is too divided. Anyway, what do you want to drink?"
"White wine will be nice for a change. Chardonnay if they have it."
"That's unusual. Most people here drink beer, Tequila shots, or cocktails..."
"I know, but I am in the mood for white wine."
I went to the bar and bought a bottle of Chardonnay.
She chuckled, "I won't finish it."
"That's OK, I'll drink it too."
We sat in the noisy place and started talking. We discussed school, global warming, foods we like, and our favorite movies. She was easy to talk to, and time passed quickly. An hour later, I realized that Harold never showed up. The wine bottle was empty. Erin and I enjoyed our conversation, but the noise became too much for her, "Brad, you are an interesting guy. It was nice meeting you. Sorry I can't stay, but my ears will explode if I stay here another minute."
"We drank too much. I don't think you'll be able to drive safely."
"I live nearby. I walked here."
"It's dark outside. Let me accompany you home."
"You are a true gentleman, but you don't have to do it."
"Erin, I'll feel guilty if something happens to you on the way home. But there is another reason - I'd like to see you again..."
"Brad, I like you too. Usually, I am a listener rather than a talker. I feel very comfortable spilling my guts to you without fearing you'd judge me. Let's go."
She stood up, wobbled, and held on to the table. She laughed, "I was mildly dizzy. You were right; the alcohol did affect me."
...
Erin's house was a short distance away, but we had to cross a dark alley, and I felt good I accompanied her.
We reached a small house, and Erin turned to me, "Brad, thank you for a lovely evening. Would you like a cup of coffee before leaving?"
"Erin, I'd love it, but what would your parents say about me coming to your house at such a late hour?"
She grinned, "You don't have to worry about my parents. My mother divorced Dad years ago. He was a drunk and a gambler. He tried to swindle a bank and got caught. He was in jail for two years. Next, he promised to improve his ways but never did, so a year later, Mom said enough and got a divorce. I have no idea where he lives now. Mom is an RN who works the third shift tonight, so she is at work now and will return home in the morning."
We entered the house. Erin made the coffee, while I stayed in her room and watched the pictures on the wall. There were multiple photos of groups and a couple of pictures showing Erin with a pretty girl. Was she a sister? A best friend? I did not see photos of her father or mother. As I stared at the pictures, Erin came with the coffee, "Would you like milk or a sweetener?"
"I prefer it black. The combination of wine and beer affected me, too."
She looked me in the eye, "Brad, I don't know how alcohol affects you. In my case, it makes me more relaxed and... horny."
I glanced at her, speechless.
"Brad, as I said, I like you. You are very handsome and easy to get along with, and I feel good with you around. I also know most men come to bars 'to score.' I will not force you to do anything you don't want, but I am in the mood for necking..."
"Erin, you are beautiful. I joined my friends to find a lay, but if we make it, I'll feel guilty in the morning taking advantage of you being under the influence..."
She stood up, "Drink your coffee; I'll be back in a minute."
Erin returned 10 minutes later wearing a transparent negligee! Her fantastic body was fully exposed to my eyes. Her pert B-cup tits held high without the support of a bra. The narrow waist contrasted with her slightly wider thighs. I could even see her thin landing strip...
I froze. However, my prick didn't... It began hardening immediately and seconds later created a massive tent in my pants.
Erin smiled, "Brad, be a good boy. I was scared of rapists all my life, but you seem to be the opposite! Your body wants me, and you are trying to resist. Are you afraid I'll rape you?"
"Erin, what are you doing?... Is it smart to do it when we both had too much alcohol?"
"Big guy, why don't you shut up and let your body enjoy what it feels like doing?"
My cock was rock-hard and ached to get free. It was the last straw. I undressed quickly and stood naked in front of Erin.
Her eyes explored my body up and down. Her smile broadened. She approached me, placed her small palm around my stiff shaft, and whispered, "It's long and veiny, just as I like it. Stud, help me take off this 'thingy'."
I lifted her sheer nighty and ogled her perfect figure. The erotic sight and her gentle massage pushed my cock upward.