'J, honestly I not so sure that this is such a wise idea'. Sam stated unenthusiastically.
'Oh Flack,' Jenna whined, 'pretty please? Things have been so shitty lately, pleeeeeeeease?'
Sam looked a Jenna and sighed. Technically she was right, things had been shitty for her lately but he still wasn't sure that going to a party and getting drunk was the way to go. He caved, 'fine then.'
Reluctantly he lowered himself to her living room floor beside her and accepted the shot of Absolute she was thrusting at him. Clinking their glasses they both tilted their heads and swallowed the clear liquid, Jenna screwed up her face as the liquid washed over her taste buds and burned its way down her throat.
'Another,' she insisted pouring out more.
2 hours later the pair were more than a little tipsy. Jenna was giggling madly as she attempted to pour more shots but only succeeded in spilling the vodka over the coffee table instead.
'You're drunk!' Sam slurred in mock disgust. Jenna began laughing and started to snort which in turn made Sam dissolve into more hysterical laughter.
'Sammy, I got some bad bad news.' Jenna stated seriously. He stopped laughing immediately. 'We are completely outta vodka'.
'Nooooooooooo'.
'Mmmmhmmmm,' Jenna shut her eyes and nodded solemnly. 'But lucky for you I know where we can get s'more. The time has come to go party'.
After some embarrassingly drunken dancing and a few more drinks the pair eventually stumbled off in search of their coats. Jenna not so subtly managing to swipe a bottle of champagne on the way out.
Tripping awkwardly in her heels she slammed into Sam who caught her before she fell. Staring up into his eyes she felt something rising up inside of her. She slowly leaned in for a kiss before pulling apart, her lips tingling. Sam lifted her up into a nearby table before kissing her back. Her mouth hungrily sought out his once again, her soft lips pressing against his, her tongue brushing against his lips seeking entry. Her hands tugged the front of his shirt pulling his muscular body closer and her smooth bare legs clamped tightly around his waist.
This isn't right, Sam thought to himself, she isn't ready for this, and I should not be doing this.
But he couldn't stop. He wanted her, he had wanted her forever. Their tongues finally met, both parties tasting the vodka in each other's mouths and breaths.
God I'm hammered, he thought.
At that he pulled away, panting for breath. Her cheeks had taken on a rosy hue; her hair in disarray and her bright blue eyes sparkled questioningly in the semi-darkened cloakroom.
'We shouldn't be doing this. We're drunk'.
'So?' She asked taking a slug from the Moet bottle sitting next her on the table then pulling him towards her once again. He fought back.
'Isn't it too soon?'
Jenna smiled and shook her head giggling. 'No. I want you. If I didn't, I wouldn't be here. Okay?' She pulled him back to her and resumed her kissing. Responding, he planted his hands onto her hips and pulled her even closer. After a minute he moved one of his hands further south down passed the soft blue silk of her dress until he hit the naked skin of her thigh, he played idly with the hem before sliding his hand up again and under her dress. The material bunched up around her waist until there was nothing but her lacy black panties between her naked flesh and him.
He gave her a moment to back out if this was all too much for her, but she didn't. He could feel her pulse racing and her grasp on him tightened but she didn't stop. He moved his hand up between her legs and began to stroke her through the dampness of her panties. She whimpered and pushed herself further into his hand, arching her back slightly and nipping at his lower lip. Pulling aside the panties he slid a finger up inside and began to work her while rubbing her clit.
'Close,' she murmured into his mouth. He began sucking and nipping the side of her neck his eyes partially closed when suddenly the door flew open and the light flicked on…
