James was in Sirius' bedroom looking for his drunk girlfriend's coat.
"Babe? What color is it?"
"Um, pink? Or a greeny yellow one." Lily was hammered and just about ready to collapse. Hence why they were leaving Sirius' party.
James sighed, hanging his head, and gave up looking through coats in the dark room. "I think we should just come back tomorrow, when you're more up to it." James stood up and stood in front of Lily, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"OK," she said slowly. He brushed back her beautiful hair behind her ear and smiled down at her. A frown flicked across her face as he looked down at her but it was soon replaced with pure joy. James was about to ask her what she was thinking when she grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him down on top of her. He landed in between her legs with his face in her perky breasts.
Totally shocked, he sucked in air and pushed himself above her. He would have stood up, but he found that her smooth, firm legs were wrapped around his waist.
"Babe," he began gently.
"You love me!" she exclaimed. What the hell? Why did she believe this now?
Before he could protest, her glorious legs dropped and she leaned up and kissed him. Her legs wrapped around him again and he was embarrassed when his growing hardness pressed into her soft stomach. This only made things worse. Lily giggled and wiggled against him, making him grow stiffer in his pants. She continued to kiss him and suck on his lips. Her lips were very soft and they molded to his, but she reeked of booze. He groaned as she shifted lower, rubbing against his full erection. Her booze soaked tongue made its way into his mouth.
James sat up and rolled her next to him on the bed. He was shocked when she smiled and spread her legs. As much as he physically wanted her, he didn't want to touch her with at ten foot pole.
"Babe, it's time to go."
She pouted for a moment but let him lead her down to my car. James drove her home and all he could think about was the fact that that was their first kiss. It was terrible.