I was partying really hard with my college buddies. They told me to slow down but I was having too much fun. Besides smoking pot every hour, popping acid three times and asking for my ninth straight rum; I was pretty fucked up.
My friends decided to call it a night. I remember bits and pieces like being carried out of the bar, then laying down in the backseat of a moving car, standing on a front porch as the door opened, and then being tossed on a bed with nothing on but my briefs.
I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes there was no one to be found. The room was very dark; just a faint light from the distant moon shined through the window sheaths. I was so wasted and incoherent I felt paralyzed as empty thoughts ran through my mind.
Time seemed non-existent until I heard someone stumbling in the room. It's funny I didn't hear a chime or a door open; not even footsteps on the staircase. I must really be wasted.
"Fuuuck!" A women's voice rings out in the dark.
My head follows a silhouette as a figure crosses the window.
Definitely a woman, even in my condition I can see that. Young, tight, firm; I must have picked her up from the bar.
She plopped down on the edge of the bed.
"Huh!" I said. I could tell I was speaking gibberish.
"Babe," she said as she lay down beside me.
She smelled good, real good. The fragrance really turned me on.
"I'm sorry babe," she said along with a lot of other words I couldn't catch.
I guess I'm not the only one speaking gibberish tonight.
"I love you," she told me again following it up with words that were mumbled.
"What?" I asked in disbelief.
She rolled up tight against me and kissed me passionately; her hand ran across my chest and down to my waiting cock. Her touch made me excited and I started to harden.
"Wow, you never..." she started.
"What?" I tried to ask.
She laughed and tried to mount me but she went right over me and onto the floor.
"Sorry," she said laughing as she got back on the bed and lay on top of me.
