I can't stop laughing. Alcohol and good memories make me forget the bad time I had with Amanda, my fiancée. My girlfriend. Ex girlfriend. Well, I suppose it's nothing but a bittersweet memory.
Unlike Penelope, who remembers our adolescence with affection.
She laughs loudly, bangs the table with her hands and swallows alcohol like a pirate. I do not know if she's still as crazy as ever or she's too drunk.
Either way, the kiss she gave me less than half an hour ago has changed my mood completely.
It was like getting drunk and getting hot at the same time.
Her mouth tasted like rum, tequila, cola and lime. But her lips, those seductive lips... For years a kiss did not produce those tingling in my spine and, above all, in my dick.
- What have you done these twenty years without me?
I notice Jose Cuervo intoxicating effect on my body.
After five drinks, my throat burns and my vision gets stuck.
But not enough to not be able to appreciate the voluptuous cleavage of my old friend. Yes, that would be a perfect place to rest after an exhausting lustful session of unbridled sex.
Unconsciously, I lick my lips. To my surprise, it still taste like her. And like a strange mixture of several alcoholic beverages.
She smiles and finally answers me, after asking for blue vodka.
-I went to Berckley and graduated with honors. I'm the fucking boss in technology matters. How about that? Mr. Harrison was right: you were a very bad influence on me.
After such an accusation, she laughs like a deranged woman and I can not help but do the same. Of course, under no circumstances I will let her accuse me of being a bad influence.
I put my FBI badge on the bar and raised an eyebrow with superiority. Penelope stops laughing, looks at my credentials and then looks me up and down with her mouth open.
- Are you a federal agent? - Penelope practically screams and the whole bar is watching me with wide eyes. I'm not working! I don't care if they smoke grass or take drugs. -But you hated the cops! You even peed in their cars!.
I am forced to cover his mouth with my right hand. I've been the center of attention for too long.
- Penelope, I was eighteen. We all do silly things at that age, it are kid stuff.
She lets out a sarcastic laugh.
- Well, you were not such a child anymore, huh. You smoked, drank and fucked. And some adults would like to be half gifted that you at eighteen.
- Thank you, baby. You always manage to raise my morale.
At this point, all I want is to take her to bed to show her how much my technique has improved in twenty years.
I do it like that first time, without thinking too much. I tie my hands to the lower part of her hips and press it against my body. So much, that I can feel her breathing, her heartbeat and even her nipples. I could almost feel her excitement.
- Are you going to fuck me or do you just want to get me horny?
I don't answer, just smiled. I approached my lips to hers, my tongue deep into her mouth. Penelope answered me anxious, burning. Making her intentions clear.
She separates from me, ready to pay for drinks to flee from there. But I left the money on the bar and grabbed her hand.
I know we're both drunk, almost on the verge of ethyl coma. We are both eager to have each other, to savor each other and live an unforgettable experience. Something to remember when we are eighty years old.