CHAPTER 25

MANY DRUNKEN CONFESSIONS


"So what, are you going to get back in there without any panties?" Jason whispered to Dianna, while walking back to the bar behind her, with his hand on her lower back.

She stopped, and turned to him, taking his hand off her back. "You're a little too obsessive about women not wearing underwear. My dress is not that short, and you do know that I won't actually open my legs in the middle of the crowd".

He naughtily smiled at her. "Well, you did just open your legs in a very public place".

She shook her head, but couldn't hold a smile. "You know what I meant. Now wait here and only come, in like, two minutes, ok".

He nodded, and leaned on a wall while watching her pass through the crowd and talk to Davis at the area near the band. A few guys looked at her with hunger, thankfully unaware that she was feeling the breeze down there.

He waited the two minutes, then casually walked through the crowd, making his way to their table, where Clay, Ray and Sonny were talking.

"Whatssup" Jason casually arrived, grinning, tapping at Ray's back.

The guys looked at each other, smirking.

"What?" Jason asked, still grinning.

"I take it that Dianna really liked the ring" Clay teased, with his seductive voice.

Jason was confused. "What? What do you mean?"

The guys kept quiet, shaking their heads and smiling.

"You do realize that I just saw you leaving the bar with Dianna, right?" Ray teased Jason.

Jason's smile disappeared. "What? No I didn't. When?"

"Dude, you passed right by me. You were holding hands and you were desperately dragging her to the exit", Ray told him, laughing.

Jason's face shut down. "Well, you are quite short compared to the rest of the guys from Serbia" he justified why he didn't notice Ray in the crowd.

"Yeah, haha" Sonny stood up from his chair, drunk as fuck. "And Ray here has got a loose tongue, ain't that right, RaynMan?"

Jason ignored Sonny's terrible attempt of a nickname, and anxiously turned to Ray. "To who else did you tell, Ray?" he really hoped that this wasn't going to escalate, because he'd hate if Dianna felt uncomfortable with the gossip.

"Relax, man, your secret's safe here, only between us" Ray tapped his back, and Jason relaxed a bit. But he was still grumpy because their secret was out. And because he just had to bribe the policeman so he wouldn't get a fine for 'improper public behavior' or whatever they called it there. The U.S. Navy would really dislike if he received that fine.

He searched through the dancefloor and quickly found Dianna, in her burgundy dress, singing with a Cuba Libre in her hand, all happy and enjoying her birthday. All satisfied, too. Jason licked his lips; the bribe money was worth it.


"Now you, Sonny, if you had to" Dianna started, while Jason clumsily tried to help her climb up the first steps of the stairs, practically pushing her by her ass, "who would you marry?"

Davis, severely hammered too, stared at Sonny, waiting for his answer, while Ray and Clay climbed up the stairs of their building behind the four of them. Clay was drunk but not nearly as much, because he could still walk without help, and Ray was obviously the designated driver of the van that brought them all back from the bar. Brock, Trent, Nick, Jessica and Blackburn came back to the building only a few minutes earlier, with Nick driving the car. Full Metal disappeared during the night, as usual, probably fucking some woman he picked at the bar.

Sonny climbed another step, pensive, then decided. "Trent".

"What?" Davis was shocked. "Not Brock?"

Clay was shocked too, but only because he felt deeply connected to Sonny, and apparently the feeling wasn't as mutual as he thought. "Why not me?"

Sonny raised his hands, calming everyone down and explaining his decision. "I wouldn't like to be married to someone so much hotter than me, ok? I would be too jealous. So I couldn't choose Brock or you Clay, baby boy. Trent is a nice guy, solid, strong, and tall, and he'd make a great companion for me". Everyone nodded, understanding his reasoning behind such an important decision, but Jason felt left out.

"And why not me? Almost no one picks me" his ego was severely bruised.

Sonny looked at Jason, stopping at the stairs. "Well, boss, I'm sorry, but sometimes you're a bit too harsh with me. I feel like you don't value my opinion, sometimes, too".

"I'm not harsh. I'm only giving you constructive criticism. You know I believe you have potential, Sonny" he fondly told him, almost caressing his face with his hand.

"Well, thank you, boss. I appreciate that. But still, you'd also be too hot for me" Sonny added, and Jason liked that explanation better.

Ray kept quiet so far, because he almost didn't drink, but he finally exploded.

"Ok, that's it. I'm a nice guy. Solid guy. Trustworthy. And a great husband to Naima, ok? So why did no one pick me, huh? Is there something wrong with me?" Ray knew that it was a sin to be so proud, but when the others answered, they left him out, as if he didn't exist.

"Well" Jason looked at him, then glanced at the others. "That's the point. You're already married, man. We can't marry you" he stated, and the others nodded, finding it weird why Ray was all indignant all of a sudden. He had a wife, he was not an option.

"Well, what about you, ladies? Who would you pick to be your spouses? Between you girls" Clay asked, with a seductive voice. He always sounded seductive when drunk, Jason noticed, and that was one of the reasons he picked him to be his husband.

The girls smiled, and they answered in unison.

"Davis" "Jessica"

There was an awkward silence all of a sudden.

"What?" Dianna asked, feeling very rejected. "Why not me?"

The guys stood still, but listening attentively to Davis explanation.

"Well, I'm sorry Dianna. You're both equally beautiful, each in its own way." Davis apologized, but she seemed determined in her decision.

Dianna looked up at Jason, and he put his arm on her shoulder, offended why Davis didn't choose her, as well.

Davis sighed. "We're short women, Dianna. It'd be awkward two short women together. I'd like to have a tall wife. To pass on the tall genes for our kids".

Ray was about to make a comment, but he chose to let that one pass.

"But" Dianna was feeling more rejected by the minute, and she was acting like when someone you really like breaks up with you, and you want to know why, "What about my genes? My lips are prettier" Dianna tried to show that she still had some self-esteem left, and the guys nodded, agreeing; Dianna's lips were a lot prettier than Jessica's, in size, volume and shape.

Davis thought for a second, while climbing the last steps. "But I also have nice lips. I don't need someone else with those genes". And the guys looked at her, and she proudly pouted, to show them. They nodded, in fact her lips were quite nice, too.

"Ok. Fine. Marry her, then. I want to see how you'll endure her boring conversations in a year or two" Dianna proudly walked into the hallway to the bedroom area, supported by Jason's arm.

The guys remained awkwardly in silence while Davis sighed and made her way to her bedroom, and they all hugged themselves, because they didn't have those kind of stupid fights, they were a united and loving group.


Dianna was holding back tears when she got into her bedroom, and Jason clumsily followed her in, trying to make her feel better.

"Look, Davis was choosing rationally, Dianna. For the genes that she wants. You know how she is. Very rational. Obviously she has a lot more in common with you" he gestured for her to calm down.

"So you're saying I'm not as pretty as Jessica? That her genes are better than mine?" Dianna was quickly entering the self-pity phase of her drunkenness, and Jason wasn't helping. He was still in the relaxed and happy phase.

"No, I never said that. She wants the height genes, Dianna. Probably, the blonde ones, too" Jason was being very reasonable, and Dianna had to understand that.

But Dianna's lips were trembling. "But who would want my genes, then? I'm a short ordinary girl, with brown ordinary hair, and short ordinary legs" she was hurt, gesturing and pointing to her chest.

Jason came closer to her "But you look great, Dianna. With your brown hair, and short legs, as you are" he tried to boost her self-esteem, but apparently it backfired, because now Dianna was furious.

"Oh, is that it, then? Maybe you should get yourself a tall blonde, with six feet of legs, ugly lips, and fake tan, okay?"

Jason was smiling at her, "Don't be dramatic, Dianna. That's not what I said. Don't be so jealous. And I don't think that her tan is fake".

"Pf!" Dianna sarcastically laughed. "Please. Unless she tans everyday during winter, no way that she could have such a brown skin".

Jason raised his hands, making his way to her bedroom door. "Ok, you know what, you're just looking for a fight. Maybe you should just relax and go to sleep".

But Dianna was indignant. "Well, thanks a lot. For ruining my birthday, Jason. You all ruined it" she was almost crying, angry, sitting on the bed and aggressively unzipping her boots.

Jason stopped, feeling terrible, and turned to her.

"You ruined the night, and you ruined my favorite new panties, Jason" she looked at him, annoyed. "And I felt cold, down there, during the rest of the night, because of you".

Jason now was angry. "Hey, you told me to rip them out, ok? Don't blame me for your poor decisions", he said, holding her arm.

Dianna suddenly felt turned on by this aggressive Jason.

"Yes, but you're the one who decided to take me out in the cold, huh" she seductively said, opening the top buttons of her dress. She forgot she had a hidden zipper on her back, to open the dress, so she stopped opening them when she remembered. Also, because opening buttons in the front was a lot sexier than unzipping a dress on the back.

"Are you teasing me?" he asked, in a husky voice, coming very close to her.

"I don't know Jason. Maybe my ordinary genes aren't good enough for an American boy like you" she challenged him, opening her dress from her zipper on the back, and letting it fall to the floor.

Jason looked at her naked body and swallowed, still very drunk, but not drunk enough that he couldn't get hard.

He looked at her face, then took off his green shirt, pulling from the front. "Oh, your genes are just fine by me. But maybe you'd like to add some plain American genes to your mixture, huh? And some height" he continued to undress, opening his belt and jeans, and lowering everything with his boxer briefs, then he realized he didn't take his sneakers and had to stop to take them off first.

Dianna looked at his huge body, big package, and clumsiness, and giggled. "I'd love to" she seductively said, walking slowly to the bed, but only because she was a bit dizzy. She watched Jason's reaction while she climbed on the bed, with her back to him, because she knew he liked her butt, a lot, and she stood on all fours on the bed, still looking at him.

Jason's chin dropped to the floor and he almost fell when he walked, because his pants were still entwined on his feet, and he shook them off and quickly climbed the bed, behind her, all naked but with his socks still on.

He moved his hands through her waist, hips, and then grabbed her ass, ready to have her, when Dianna stated.

"But you have to swear that you think that I'm prettier than Jessica".

He stopped, confused, and Dianna was now offended that he actually thought that. She hoped he liked her more than Jessica, but now she wanted him to tell her the truth.

"You have to swear, Jason, on the Trident" she reiterated.

He opened a cocky smile and lowered his face smiling at her, and Dianna kept looking at him, attentive, while he put his face between her legs. She was concerned that he would put his mouth somewhere that she heard that some people put them on, but she felt that was a bit too radical for her, and she was relieved and aroused when she felt his tongue and lips on her folds and clit.

"I swear, Dianna" he mumbled, sucking and licking her, hard, "I think you're way, way, way, prettier than Jessica". Dianna was pulsating and quickly reaching her climax while he licked and sucked her, but that statement from Jason made her pulsate even more.

"Please don't stop" Dianna pleaded, while Jason pressed his finger on her thighs.

"Licking you or kissing your ass?" Jason murmured, amused.

Dianna moaned, her orgasm was so close. "Both"

"U-hum" Jason remembered her wet dream and knew she now was drunk enough to tell the truth. He'd extract that information from her, soon. He felt her pulsating and knew she was close. "You may come, now. Just remember. Say my name" he murmured, then worked harder on her, and she moaned and came, saying his name.

Jason was very pleased, so he got behind her again and immediately pushed inside of her, while her walls were still contracting, and he smiled from the incredible sensation of her tightness twitching around him.

"Oh my-" Dianna fumbled until she could grab her headboard, Jason was pushing deep inside of her.

"Hum, yous boobs are amazing, way better" he suddenly said, squeezing them, and she turned to face him.

"Oh, I've never touched hers. Just saying. They look better" he charmingly fixed his previous mistake, and she looked pleased.

"When you slept at my place and you were dreaming" Jason casually said, while fucking her and gasping, "I was making you come, huh? Not Brock".

She turned and smiled at him, but didn't answer.

"Oh, come on. Tell me" he asked, "I told you the truth about Jessica".

"Yeah, you're right. You were licking me" she casually said, and Jason felt amazing, so he moved a lot faster.

Dianna felt the need to hold herself on the headboard with both her arms, but she whined when she raised her right arm. Her rib was still hurting, and she forgot about that.

Jason stopped, concerned, and when he saw that the issue was her bruised chest, he came out of her and gently put her down on the bed, on her back, then pushed inside of her again.

"Hi" he joyfully said to Dianna, kissing her tenderly, and she wrapped her legs around his hips while he moved. "That's more comfortable for you" he stated, and she nodded, smiling.

He felt like he was quickly sobering up, but Dianna was still quite drunk.

"Do you like my lips?" she asked, softly but drunkenly looking at him.

"U-hum. A lot" he answered, holding her luscious bottom lip with his thumb. He was very amused by her blunt chatter. She was usually very sincere and blunt, but that night she deserved an award.

"Would you miss them?" she suddenly asked, and it took Jason a second to understand what she was talking about.

"Of course I'd miss them" he answered, thinking that it was a weird question.

She moaned a bit, then continued the talk. "I really like your chest. And shoulders" she stated, softly caressing them.

"U-hum. I know", he answered, after he shivered with her touch.

"I love your hair too. And you stubble. You should let it grow. The beard, not the hair"

"U-hum, I'll keep that in mind" he chuckled softly, thrusting faster.

"Not the hair, please" she said, stern. There could be no confusion. She didn't like men with long hair.

"Ok, got it".

"Should I dye my hair blonde?" she suddenly asked, pensive.

"What? No" he quickly answered.

"But men prefer blondes. And Davis too" she murmured, still feeling sorry for herself.

"That's not true"

"Alana was blonde" she stated.

"Yes, but I prefer you as a brunette" he said, serious, very afraid that she would fuck up her hair at some hairdresser in Serbia next time she got drunk.

"Well, it doesn't matter what you prefer. My hair, my choices" she said, arrogant.

"You just asked my opinion" Jason tried to be patient.

She kept quiet, then she discreetly picked a lock of her hair between her fingers, glancing at it.

Jason noticed it and moved faster and deeper, to get her attention, and because he was needing the release.

"Please, Dianna, don't dye your hair. It's an amazing color. Trust me. It suits you" he pleaded, and she looked at him, suspicious. He added, "You look mysterious".

Dianna smirked and seemed convinced, for Jason's relief.

To reward her, and because he wanted to feel her contracting around him again, Jason got closer to her and moved faster and harder, pressing his fingers on her clit.

She felt the sensation and heard his desperate gasps in her ear, so she quickly came, hard, and he reached his orgasm as soon as she contracted around him, pressing her arms and legs too. They both muffled their moans on each others' necks.

Jason was exhausted and Dianna felt sleepy, so he laid on her small bed and she slept on his chest. He pulled the blanket over them and was almost falling asleep, caressing her hair, when suddenly he heard the distinctive sound of a very loud feminine moan, followed by a very loud masculine grunt. Unfortunately Dianna was already asleep and missed the gossip, but he smiled to himself, wondering who else got very lucky that night.

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