"Oh, maybe this won't be so bad after all," Daryl said, turning his head as a brunette walked by in a bikini top, daisy dukes and cowboy boots. Carol rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand allowing herself a slightly possessive moment. "What?" he feigned innocence. "You should wear shorts like that."
"You've seen me naked, why do I need to dress like that?" Carol asked. "Wouldn't it bother you that other guys would be looking at me?"
"Good point. You like great like this," he said, eying her somewhat conservative outfit. Her pants were tight in all the right places and the shirt had just enough cleavage to be sexy without looking trashy. Daryl adjusted his hand in hers so it was more comfortable, but continued to hold it tight as they walked through the crowds to the bar. "You call the first one," he said.
Carol thought for a minute. She wasn't sure if she wanted to start with some yummy shooters or just hit the hard stuff. It had been a long, long time since she'd had a night of shots and she knew Daryl could handle his liquor… which was the beginning of a bad combination for her. "Hmm, let's start simple… Polar Bears." They were Carol's favorite, a mix of crème de cacao and peppermint schnapps. Daryl signaled to the bartender and ordered the first round. They clinked the tiny glasses and downed the shot. It was delicious and she enjoyed the minty chocolate flavor.
Carol took a minute to scan the crowd and listen to the music. It was actually a bit amusing the hardcore bumping and grinding that was going on to a newer song she knew called Cruise by Florida Georgia Line. Of course, it was the remix version with rapper Nelly, but Carol had a feeling this crowd would be dancing like that to Hank, Willie and Merle too. As if God heard her thoughts the next song was Family Tradition by Hank Jr. and the dancing didn't change.
"Well at least they're playing some good stuff," Daryl said. Carol smiled, proud of herself for knowing in her heard that he was a classic country fan. "But I still need another shot or 10 to survive the other shit they're mixing in. You up for a Jaeger Bomb?"
"You really think Red Bull is a good idea?" she asked. Truth was… she'd never had an energy drink and wasn't sure what to expect. "Whatever though, it's your choice."
By the time the bartender made his way back to them there was a slow song playing. Carol wasn't a huge fan of Jägermeister but mixed with the Red Bull it wasn't too horrible. She'd tried a little bit of everything in those experimental years when she wasn't legally supposed to be drinking anything. Once they slammed the shot glasses back on to the bar Carol slid off the stool, "Come on, we're gonna dance before we do too many of these and can't." Really, she just had a strong desire to have his arms around her.
When they got to the dance floor Daryl pulled her close and she melted into his embrace. She hadn't paid any attention to the lyrics of the song until she relaxed in his arms and closed her eyes to enjoy the feel of swaying to the music. It was a pretty sexy song with lines like 'I just lie there staring silently preparing to love on you' and 'the closer you get the more my body aches.' She had to resist the urge to kiss him right there in the middle of the dance floor. It was truly insane how she found herself so easily turned on just being close to him. Carol was already looking forward to the drunk sex they would have later that night.
The next song was another new one, Carol was pretty sure it was by Taylor Swift, and Daryl groaned. "Back to the bar, stat." They did three more shots in fairly quick succession and she was feeling the alcohol, really feeling it. She was a very perky and happy drunk though. Daryl didn't seem to be as bad off as she was, but Carol could tell he was getting there. "Ohhhhh look they're line dancing," she giggled, pulling him back towards the dance floor just as Daryl was about to order round 6. She needed a break and dancing seemed like a great idea…until they got out there. When the rest went to the right, her and Daryl were headed left. And when they went forward, she was moving backward. As hard as she tried she just could not get the pattern. "Fuck, why is this so hard?" she whined. Daryl laughed at her and she realized that he had actually caught on, while she was still struggling.
Carol focussed as best she could and tried harder. Just when she was about to give up she felt Daryl wrap an arm around her from behind. He held her against him and whispered in her ear, "let me lead you." As they moved he let her know which way they were going and helped guide her in the right direction. After a few rotations she finally figured it out. "Yay," Carol said, excited, as he let go of her and she correctly repeated the simple pattern. The song ended just as she was really getting into it. "What the fuck?" she said, pouting at him. She cussed a lot more when she was drinking.
The next song was another slow song, so instead of heading back to the bar Carol grabbed him again. This time when she was wrapped in his arms she had lost all inhibitions with the alcohol. "I'm so horny," she whispered in his ear. She pressed her herself suggestively against his groin and then slipped a hand between their bodies and groped him. "Jesus Carol," he groaned. "I reallllllllly want you to suck me off." Daryl had obviously lost all his inhibitions as well. She stopped and looked at him wickedly. It wasn't exactly what she had in mind, but she was game for pretty much anything at that point. "Will you do it?" he asked huskily. Carol felt a wave of heat course through her body, ending in a throb at her core. How on earth could he make her want to suck his dick so badly? Suddenly all she wanted was to please him.
"Come on," she said, leading him off the dance floor and out into the lobby. There was a restroom just down the hall that she prayed was empty. The washrooms inside at the party would be busy, but she was pretty sure the one she was headed for would not. Carol peeked her head inside the men's washroom. She didn't see anyone at the urinals so she snuck quickly inside and pulled Daryl into the first stall. Not that it would have changed anything, but the stalls were floor to ceiling with big heavy doors, giving them a lot more privacy than she had anticipated.
She clicked the door lock just as Daryl lightly pushed her up against it, pinning her. He found her lips and kissed her roughly. "Mmm," Carol groaned as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, twisting it with hers. His hands were roaming her body, squeezing, rubbing, pulling at her. Finally she shoved him back and took charge. "Up," she commanded him, indicating for Daryl to stand on the toilet seat. There was no way she was kneeling on the gross floor, even drunk. He climbed up with a grin and Carol wondered how many times he'd been in that exact position. Likely more than she wanted to know about. Daryl could be a shy guy, but there were so many women out there that would completely take advantage of his bashfulness. She wondered for a second if she was one of those women… but quickly shook the thought off. He wanted this as much or likely more than she did.
Carol reached for his belt and quickly undid it, then popped the button, pulled down his fly and dropped his pants to his ankles. She tucked his belt back through a loop, not wanting the end to fall in the toilet water. Next she grabbed his underwear and pulled them down to join his jeans.
Daryl was hard and beautiful. She looked at his cock, which was perfectly at eye level for her and smiled. She reached out and gripped him tightly feeling him throb in her hand. She squeezed a bit harder and he groaned with pleasure. Carol didn't care if there was anyone there, or if anyone walked in. She wanted to make him crazy and hear the strangled moans and choked sounds he would make trying to be quiet. She didn't want him to be quiet and she was going to do everything she could to make him loud.
Gripping near the base she took him into her mouth slowly, licking at the tip first, and then moving down the shaft taking him deep into her throat. Carol moved up and down a few times, nice and slow, making sure to take every inch of his dick into her mouth. She was quite impressed with herself for being able to take him balls deep without gagging once. Daryl was well endowed and it was definitely a challenge. She sucked him hard and elicited a low groan. She noticed he had his hands flat against both sides of the stall for balance. She moved up and down a bit faster and then released him to tease the tip with her tongue, while massaging his sack gently. Carol increased the pressure at the base of his cock, watching in delight as it changed color and the veins popped and throbbed. She licked and sucked the tip a bit more making him crazy "Fuck, that feels so good," he whispered, trying hard to be quiet but it came out followed with a load moan.
She set a fairly rapid pace and began to move up and down again, sliding her hand along with her mouth, feeling the saliva on her fingers and palm. Daryl's knees buckled at one point, interrupting her pace. When he righted himself she went to continue, but he stopped her. "I want to come inside you," he said, grabbing his pants and hopping down off the toilet. He spun her around aggressively and she gasped in surprise. "Can I?" he asked.
As if he had to ask, she thought, but she nodded in response. She put her hands on the tank of the toilet as Daryl bent her over. He roughly pulled her pants down, just far enough to plunge into her. "Holy fuck, you're so wet," he groaned. Carol knew she was. For some reason sucking on him and knowing how much he was enjoying it had turned her on more than she thought possible.
Daryl was about to come before he switched to fucking her so it didn't take long for him to empty his load in her with a grunt. Carol wanted more, so much more. But she was willing to wait until they got back to the room so he could really give her what she wanted. She stood and fixed her pants, then turned to him, "after we go get even drunker you're going to take me back to the room and drive me wild."
"You don't want me too drunk," he laughed.
"Why?" she asked. Daryl gave her a confused look, knowing she knew exactly why. Carol smiled at him, "your tongue still works doesn't it?" she smirked, then turned and opened the door. She marched right past the man at the urinal and headed for the door. When the guy did a double take Daryl shrugged and simply said, "she's transitioning."
He was still laughing at the look on the man's face when Carol smacked him. She started to giggle, "you realize he probably thinks you're gay right?"
"Oh shit, I should go back and straighten this out..." he mumbled, turning around.
"Oh no, if I'm transgendered you're gay, let's go," Carol linked his arm and headed back into the party room. "It's really not a big deal anyway, you have no idea how many people assume I'm a lesbian, especially when my hair was shorter."
Daryl chuckled, "well I'm very happy you ain't."
Carol found herself giggling all the way to the bar. Another shot was probably not one of her smarter ideas. Especially when one led to two... Three for Daryl, but she was so done. She was actually afraid to get down from the bar stool because she was pretty sure her legs were not going to work properly at all. "We should go," she said bravely. "You owe me some... Umm... Shit..." Carol couldn't think of the right word.
"Pussy licking?" Daryl offered helpfully. "Carpet munching? Eating out? Muff diving..."
"Okay, yep, any of those will do, let's get to it," Carol replied, dropping off the stool to her feet. "Oh fuck," she muttered, reaching for the bar to steady herself. It had been a long time since she'd been that wasted and she already knew the next morning was going to be rough, if she even made it through the night.
She had no idea how long it took to get to the room, but it felt like hours. She almost fell twice and Daryl almost fell trying to catch her. But everything was funny – downright hilarious. They made a lot of new friends on the way to the elevator, as chatty drunk people often do.
And Carol thought it was incredibly amusing to push all the buttons for the floors. The other couple riding with them didn't seem so amused, but the two of them burst out laughing every time the elevator stopped and no one got off.
It took them both a few tries before Daryl was finally able to get the key card in the slot, in the correct direction and the light beeped indicating it worked. "Fuck, yes, high five," he chanted. Carol high fived him and then reached for the handle, but they waited too long. "Oh shit," he muttered. He was successful again on the second attempt and Carol grabbed the handle immediately. They pretty much fell into the room and started pulling off each other's clothes before the door even shut. It was a clumsy mess. Buttons and belts and zippers seemed so much more difficult than usual. But eventually they were both naked. Daryl tried to pick her up and carry her to bed, but he stumbled and they both collapsed in another fit of laughter.
Carol got to her feet. "Give me a minute, I have to go pee," she said, grabbing the wall and using it to get her to the bathroom. After she peed she stood again, but a wave of heat hit her and a ridiculously bad hot flash started. She felt a sense of panic, wondering how she was going to cool down. Carol looked at the porcelain tub and climbed in. It was freezing and she sighed with relief.
"Carol?" Daryl called. She heard him, but didn't answer. He pushed open the door and looked at her lying in the tub. "What are you doing?"
"The tub, it's cold. It feels so good," she moaned. "I'm just gonna stay here okay? Just leave me…" she slurred. "I'll be okay… just… can't… move…." The alcohol had won. Carol was done.
"Can you move over a bit?" Daryl asked. He was naked and aroused. "I have a feeling being this close to the toilet might be helpful." He climbed in beside her when she wiggled over a bit. "Ohhhh you're right, this does feel good," he said, pressing his cheek to the side of the tub. "Hey, are we still having sex?" he asked hopefully.
"Nooooo," she groaned. "But you still owe me…." That was the last thing Carol remembered before she mercifully passed out.
