Chapter 14: Relief and Sex

"Oh my god Phil. You could have died!"

"Ah. But I didn't did I?"

Sam pulled him closer to her and his lips captured hers.

"Give me five minutes." Phil said breaking out of her grip and walking out to the kitchen. Sam stared after him, watching his arse move in time with the rest of his body.

Phil walked back into the room clutching a bottle of vodka, a six-pack of coke and two glasses. He poured them each a glass and he downed his in one gulp. Sam copied him. More and more glasses were poured out and each time they got even more drunk and flirty.

"Do you know how much I wanted to snog your face off when Stuart was here?" Phil slurred, grinning at Sam. Staring down her top and wanting her so badly. All he needed now was the word 'GO!'

"Well, we can make up for lost time now!" She smirked gazing into his puppy-dog eyes. Phil was glad, he had got his wish.

Phil held her waist and he leaned in to her. His tongue entered her mouth. He rested one hand on her hip, the other caressing her silky hair. He walked her back so she was pinned up against the wall. Sam responded by un-tucking his shirt and sliding her hands up against his warm chest. Phil's hands brushed over her arse and up her back, un-clipping her bra. Her hands came out of his shirt and started on his jeans…

Phil woke up, it was 3am and it was pitch black. He felt himself across the room and found a light. He was stunned by what he saw…Sam was lying naked, spread-eagled, on the floor, she was surrounded by Coke cans and a bottle of Smirnoff Ice Vodka. On the ground behind the bottle of Vodka was a few empty condom wrappers…Phil didn't need to be a genius to know what had happened last night, even though he couldn't remember much, he still remembered going all the way with Sam.