I want my fiance home. Not because I am a buzzkill or because I don't trust her. I trust her plenty. I just miss her. Okay. I also happen to know how turned on she gets when she's drunk and I may want her home for my personal benefit. To celebrate our wedding, CJ had some ladies over to her apartment and they had their own bachelorette party without risking the press seeing Donna putting dollar bills into the underwear of a male stripper. It didn't seem like great optics for the First Lady's Chief of Staff to be dancing on a pole. It's why Sam, Charlie and I are going on a golfing trip next week to celebrate the wedding. But for the moment, I am watching out the window for the private car to pull up in front of our apartment. CJ assured me that Donna was safely in the car and on her way. At the moment, I wish I had gone to get her, but CJ said the party had to remain with no men allowed and that Donna would be fine. Except that was fifteen minutes ago and normally the drive is barely 10 minutes with traffic.
I debate whether to call CJ or wait outside, but as I consider it, a black car with headlights pulls up in front of the stoop. I see the light is on in the car and the driver gets out, opening the door. I laugh as the first thing I see swing out of the car is Donna's long legs. That's my cue to go downstairs and bring her in. I grab my keys and rush out of the apartment door, immediately thinking of the tight black dress Donna left the house in this afternoon. I love that dress. I push the doors open to the building to see Donna hugging the driver, a regular, tightly , before smiling at me. "Josh! Larry drove me home! We love Larry."
"She's had a great night, Mr. Lyman. She sang and giggled the entire ride although I had no idea what the song was." The older gentleman laughs as Donna runs up to me, her heels in her hand and I hand a few folded bills to him just as her arms wrap around my neck. "Thank you, Sir."
"I was singing Bon Jovi!" She shouts, before repeatedly kissing my cheek. She smells of booze and her giggle is sloppy, but I love it. "Hi Baby!"
"Thank you for getting her home." I wave back to Larry as he closes the door to the backseat and gets into the black car. Donna lets go as Larry drives away and starts to spin around a bit on the sidewalk, her blonde hair flowing as she does it. I stop her though, to prevent any dizziness. "Okay Drunky…let's get you upstairs."
"Josh." She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck again. "Do you think Larry knows we're about to go have sex?"
"Donna…" I try not to laugh, pulling her arms from around my neck and looping her arm in mine. "Just try not to say too much until we get you inside."
"Hold my shoes." She demands and I take the shoes, along with the couple of bags she had dropped on the sidewalk. I grab her arm again, this time finally heading towards the steps of our building. She keeps trying to step in front of me, which just lets me take notice of just how tight the dress she's wearing is. It hugs her ass in exactly the best way and I know much like this afternoon, I need to see it again. "I got a lot of gifts that are for sexy time. Definitely not for anyone else to see but us."
"I can't wait to see those." I grin, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "So CJ really threw a good party?"
"Fuck yes." Donna sways as we walk up the steps and falls into me. I press a quick kiss to her lips, before turning her back around to continue our way inside. The agent that slipped outside with me reaches for the building door and while normally they let me open my own door, they help me out. "Babe…I'm drunk."
"I believe it." I brush hair from her face, kissing her nose before reaching for the door. I look down at her, admiring her breasts which are perfectly plump in the neckline of the dress. I need to get her inside. "Listen, there are other agents inside, so just…actually who cares."
"Be myself?" She laughs, letting go of my arm and stepping inside, her body twirling again. "I am so drunk that I don't even care I am walking on outside floors. Sober me would not approve."
"That isn't lost on me." I acknowledge, trying not to think about the last time the floors of our building were scrubbed down and more about how badly I want to take her dress off of her. I catch up to her at the steps, putting my hand on her back as she stumbles up the steps. "Okay, can you not break a bone just trying to get home?"
"Josh." She slips, but I catch her by her arm when we reach the top of the first flight. ""Yes?" I respond, taking her hand in mine as we walk down the hallway towards our door.
"I'm so horny right now, I want you to break my back!" She announces, as she stops walking right as we come into view of the agents outside the door of the apartment. One of them turns to look over at us and instead of her getting embarrassed, she just giggles again.
"Okay Penny Flame, just cool your jets until we get inside." I mutter, keeping my voice low. When she says things like that it's funny, but it does a little something to me. Donna can be vulgar sometimes when she really wants something in terms of intimacy and lights me up every single time. Still, I need her to be inside of the apartment and not in the hallway. "All good?"
"All clear, Sir." One of the agents nods and I push the door open.
"Don't come rescue us if you hear anything!" Donna calls out as I almost shove her into the apartment. "I'll be screaming, but not from pain!"
"Oh God." I force a cough as if to distract from what she said and push her into the apartment, quickly tossing her bags and shoes to the floor before slamming the door shut. I can't help but laugh, but wonder if the guys outside will tease me the first chance they get tomorrow. It's fine, I'll just joke and say I am sending them to some hot and undesirable location for grunt work around the world. I did however jokingly just push my fiance into the house, but also try to save face. "Donna!"
"Josh, I have had a lot of alcohol." She grins, before bursting into giggles again and falling back over the arm of the couch. "I've had tequila, vodka…rum and….tequila…no…"
"You're going to be so sick tomorrow." I remind her, reaching for one of the bags. Donna's long legs hang over the arm and I remind myself to get to those in a second. I want to see what is in these bags. The first thing I see is a lot of silk and lace, looping my finger around something and pulling out a hot pink sheer bra. "I think I'm going to like everything you brought back from this party."
"I know you areeeee" She slurs, kicking her legs before lifting herself on her elbows. "Josh…"
"Yes?" I beam, pulling out a thin faux diamond strap that I can only assume is meant to replicate some sort of underwear. "Is this…"
"A g-string." She answers before her smile fades and she lets out a dramatic whine. "Josh! You weren't supposed to look in there until I showed you. I was going to wear that under my wedding dress."
"I would like to personally request that you wear this under your wedding dress." I smirk, spinning it around. "If you wanted to test it out now…I wouldn't mind."
"That would just add time, because I'm not wearing any underwear right now." She announces proudly, widening her legs. "Josh…"
"Donna…" I look up from the sparkling underwear and back up at the love of my life. "You had underwear on when you left and the way I know this is because I pushed them to the side when I bent you over the kitchen table."
"I took them off." She shrugs, sitting up on the couch. I nod and put the back on the floor, making a mental note to demand she model everything else for me once her hangover passes in the morning. "In the cab."
In the cab? In the cab!
"Donna!" I groan, running my hands through my hair. I'm smiling, because she's absolutely insane, but I'm scared for my next question. "Do you remember what you did with them?"
"No." She grins, but then her eyes light up and she jumps up from the couch. She runs over to her shoes and picks them up, there her panties are, looped around the black heels tying them together. "I didn't want to lose my shoes or my panties so I put them all together." "Resourceful." My eyes narrow as Donna reaches for my hand and at that point, I've had enough of watching her. I put my hand behind her head and pressing her lips to mine. "You planned on coming home tonight, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I want to finish what we started." She speaks slowly, nearly stumbling as she pushes me back. "Sit down."
"You are so drunk." I laugh, catching her as I sit back on the couch. I place my hands on her ass, pressing my face into the center, inhaling through the fabric.
"I am aware enough to consent." She insists, reaching for a pillow and throwing it on the floor. "And drunk but still completely excited to do this."
"Donna…" I speak quietly as she gets down on her knees. I move my hands to her shoulder, now wanting the dress off of her more than ever. "You're drunk, you should get undressed."
"No." She shakes her head dramatically, pushing me back. She trails her finger on my chest, down to my belt buckle. I find myself salivating, watching her hands as she works at my belt. "Not yet, cowboy."
"Cowboy?" I cock an eyebrow as I raise my hips and she pulls my jeans down my body. "Donna…are you sure?"
"There were penis straws, Josh." She advertises, before pulling at my boxers. Sober Donna would have taken them off all at once, but drunk Donna's hand and eye coordination is a little off. "I drank all my drinks from penis plastic and I thought of you the whole time."
"I'm afraid to ask why the penis straws made you think of me." I respond, running my own hand over my length as she battles getting my boxers off my feet. Once she gets them off, she slaps my hands away, replacing them with her own and I immediately let out a guttural groan. "Shit…"
"Because I wanted to do this all night and you couldn't…also I wanted to be down here when I possibly ruin your night." She smirks, leaning forward to trail her tongue around the base.
"Ruin my night?" I question, closing my eyes as the warmth of her tongue swirls around my cock which is now hardened beneath her.. Her hand is wrapped around me as she hums quietly.
"I kissed Amy Gardener tonight." She announces, before winking at me. "Well…she kissed me."
I open my eyes at the ceiling, replaying her drunken words in my head. When I look down at her, she's looking up at me through her lashes, lifting her head away from my tip. "Amy was there?"
"That was your takeaway from that statement?" She frowns, dropping her shoulders and pushing her hair behind her ears. "I kissed your ex-girlfriend, shouldn't that be a red flag on your radar or something?"
"Why was Amy at your bachelorette party?" I ask, stroking my length to keep the momentum, because Donna clearly isn't focused. I try to wrap my head around what she's saying, but I decide to just follow the Donna train for a moment.
"I told CJ to invite her." Donna shrugs, slapping my hand away before he begins to stroke me. I shudder as she rhythmically moves her hand, trying to keep my head focused on her. "I thought it was like an olive branch…and I don't hate her."
"She's my ex-girlfriend." I wince, before it clicks. Kissed her. I feel my eyes go wide as it really sinks in. "You kissed my ex-girlfriend. Why did you two kiss?"
"Annabeth bought these Truth or Dare cards from a sex shop to play and one was to kiss another friend at the party and I clammed up, because my mother raised a semi good girl and Amy grabbed my face and we kissed for like a solid twelve seconds."
"You made out with my ex-girlfriend!" I almost cheer as I clap my hands together. I can't stop smiling and not because of Amy. I could care less who was on the other end of a kiss with my girlfriend and I could care even less that Amy was in the bachelorette party story at all. What I am acting like a fourteen year old boy about is the sight of my soon to be bride kissing another woman.
"Shut up." She groans, her head falling onto her arm as she laughs, her other hand still wrapped around me. Her body sways as she laughs and I can't help but smile. Tonight is a little sloppy. "I don't turn down a dare, but it wasn't making out. You and I make out. Amy and I kissed."
"Did you like it?" I ask, placing my hand over hers. "You want to do it again, maybe this time with a video camera?"
"She has soft lips." Donna said thoughtfully, before smirking and lowering her head back onto me. "I see why you liked it."
"Shut up." I breathe, watching as her eyes go dark and she begins to move her head a little more rhythmically on my length. I'm immediately shut up as she takes her work more seriously this time. She lets her fingers lightly graze along my skin, her other hand holding firmly at my base as she goes deeper and deeper each time. "Donna…"
"Josh, I drank so much tonight." A light giggle escapes her lips, before placing them back on me. The moment her lips return, it's like she's set my erection on fire and the conversation isn't relevant anymore. I'm not bothered by her kissing Amy. All in good fun, but the image still does something to me. Donna has this innocence about her, even though she's not innocent at all, it makes what we're doing seem extra sexual and dirty. "So much…hmm…"
"I see that…" I groan. I can't tell which one is working me up more, her lips or her finger nail grazing my skin. Each stroke sends a shiver up my spine. I've said it before and I'll say it again, Donna isn't from this earth. She's so fucking beautiful, even as she lets her mouth fuck me. I can't help myself, I grab her hair in my fist, pushing her head down a little more. I usually refrain from doing that, but I'm dying for more of her. Except, that has the opposite result, because she just stops, pulling her mouth off of me. "Donna…"
"You're playing dirty…" She smirks, taking her finger to wipe at her mouth. I feel like I might explode, but she just stands up and begins to dance a little. She's definitely drunk, but as I lean forward to try and pull her down to me, she places her hand out. "Stop."
"Are you dancing now?" I question, biting my lip as I begin stroking myself, moving my hand along my dick, trying to sort out what our next move is. Her legs are so long. Have they always been that long? I don't think I can remember.
"I just want to feel this for a moment longer." She beams, sliding her arms out of the straps of her dress, shimmying the fabric down her body. I find it hard to focus, stroking myself faster as she stands back up, her fingers dancing over her nipple. "Stop touching yourself."
"No." I whine, but Donna leans over, placing a hand on each side of me.
"Patience, my man." She bites her lip, moving her body over mine, a knee landing on each side of my legs. Damn. I move my fingers to her breasts, lightly rolling her nipples in my finger. I don't think she needs any foreplay or warming up right now, but I live for the way her brain escapes her when I touch her breasts. I know all the right moves to set her off. Nipple play is a big one. Alcohol is like lighter fluid. "I'm about to sober up."
"How?" I quiz, dipping my mouth to her nipple and licking the soft skin.
"Because you're going to fuck the alcohol out of my body." She answers huskily, placing her fingers at my chin and moving my lips to hers. I place my palm on her back, immediately deepening the kiss. She grabs my length, teasing it over her center.
"Donna, I swear to God…" I groan, my frustration mounting as she lets me feel just how wet she is. Anytime this woman drinks too much, she turns into a chaotic sex maniac and it makes me feel absolutely feral. I might actually go crazy, feeling my erection pulse as she starts kissing me harder, her hands pulling my hair. "Donna…"
"What?" She giggles innocently against my lips. Our tongues battle for control, my hands trying to urge her hips to land. "This is making out."
"Ah." I respond, lifting my hips to try and get to her, my cock throbbing painfully. "You're making a point. A drunken point."
"I am." She admits as I pull my mouth away, looking down at where I want her to slide down. She's literally hovering over me. "And I am very drunk…"
"Donna…please." I bite, grabbing my cock in my hands and teasing it along her folds.
"Oh." She giggles breathlessly, before I line up at her entrance and she slides on me, sending my head back and her hands go to her own hair as she clutches it in her fists. "Fuck…Josh."
"Donna…" I grab her head, making her look at me as she rides me. Her eyes are dark and a little withdrawn, but not in a bad way. In a way that makes her seem free and like she exists in that moment just to be fucked by me. "Shit…Donna."
"Fuck." She whines, her breasts bouncing in my face as she eyes my lips. I look down between us and she's riding me hard. My legs are shaking and I don't think either one of us is going to last much longer. Donna's practically on another planet, nipping at my lips as she bounces against my hard manhood.
"You gotta…oh my god." I raise my voice, grabbing her head again, but kissing her hard as her warm breath releases loud moans. "Donna!"
"Josh!" She moans, tossing her head back again as she rides, no rhythm to her movements, just pure fucking ecstasy. She's gone, away from this earth as she bends her body back against my hand, testing my strength as I keep her from falling backwards. "Baby…fuckkk."
"Donnatella." I bite, my head landing in her breasts as I begin to shake. I'm pretty sure I'm shaking my head between her sweat lined breasts as I feel my length shutter, erupting into her.
"Josh…josh…" She gasps, grinding her hips against me as she begins to cum, her head falling on my shoulder. "Josh…fuck…"
"I…fuck." I groan, looking between us, but now a warm liquid is leaking between us. I smile, looking up at her as I try to gain my breath. Donna on the other hand looks delicious guilty, her body swaying. "You…what you do to me…"
"Pepperoni." She giggles, tiredly falling against my body, her chest rising and falling quickly.
"Pepperoni?" I look at her strangely, both of our bodies glowing as she places a finger on my lip.
"I bought frozen pizzas so that if I came home drunk I could eat…I want the pepperoni one." She demands before kissing me. "With ranch. Definitely grab the ranch, because I..,.so hungry."
"Yeah, this didn't sober you up…" I lean back against the couch, rubbing her back as she rests her head on me. "I'll make you a pizza, but you need to also have water and advil."
"Larry said I was going to feel fucked up in the morning." She claims.
"Larry said you would feel fucked up?" I quiz.
"Well…not those exact words." She giggles tiredly, pressing a kiss against my neck. "Pizza and I maybe the radio"
"Maybe not the radio at this hour." I counter as I take her hand to help her off of me. I bend over, reaching for my boxers and begin to slide them on. "Pizza and ranch?"
"Pepperoni Pizza and ranch." She grins, falling back against the couch. Sex definitely didn't sober her up. No, if anything it's made her more drunk. Which is fine. I'll gladly take care of her and make her drink water and spend the day lazy in bed with her tomorrow. There is a small chance I could end up in the office, but anything else I can set up at home and it's the weekend anyways. I press a kiss to her nose, reminding her to go use the restroom before making my way to the kitchen to preheat the oven. This girl drives me wild. She can be a classy and sweet girl and a radiant woman. Then she can be a complete animal. I think I struck the lottery when I met my best friend and fell in love with her. It may have literally taken years, but I'm the luckiest man on this earth. I plan on sneaking another look through the bags she brought in, but for now I will take enjoyment in the idea that the future mother of my children is an assortment of amazing qualities bottled up into what feels like heaven. Even as she sings off key in the other room.
Okay guy…we're nearing the end. I hope you enjoyed drunk Donna. I didn't want to go too crazy, but wanted to have fun too! I hope you'll enjoy!