Love Game

Even though she was drunk and she wouldn't remember a damn thing
tomorrow, me being so deeply in love with her I didn't mind as much.
Her breath lingered and even though it was strong and laced with the
smell of alcohol, it was still sweet. She said she was going to quit smoking
and she was determined. Ashley leaned on me and kissed my cheek,
giggling and being adorable as always.

"Take me home big boy..." she bit her lip looking in my eyes, a smile
tugging on the both of our lips. I wanted to but something told me I
shouldn't have. So I waited and waited. I felt her breath and then her
lips pressed against mine and I swore I heard angels sing. It wasn't
long before all of her friends recommend that I took her home and
brought her back to her place once she was all sobered up.

For as drunk as she was I expected her to waddle but she was
completely calm and walked normal. The drive home was sielent and it
wasn't until we got to my house that she started talking.
"This is-- really nice." she said. Her voice wasn't slurred, not one bit.

"Thanks. Um, let me show you upstairs. You can stay in the guest room
if you want." She followed me up stairs.

"No, I wanna sleep in bed with you. I'm scared." she pouted and I only
nodded and gave her a smile.

"Okay. You want a t shirt?" automatically she found my room and laid
on the bed on her side. She looked amazing. Not a flaw in sight.

"Nope. Come here I know you're tired." I couldn't help myself and I
laid right next to her. I don't know how long we talked but we talked
for hours. I was slightly upset because I knew she probably wouldn't
do this with me if she was sober. She bit her lip as our laughing
smiles faded out and her eyes of happiness were replaced with lust.
"Kiss me." I obeyed. I gave her one of the most best kisses I had ever
given since high school. Thing started to get crazy. Before I knew it
she was in her bra and underwear and I was in my boxers, my hand
roaming her marvelous body going where ever they pleased and where
ever her hands put mine on her.

"Ashley... We don't have to do this." What the hell was I saying? She
shook her head taking my hand and resting it on her chest. Well...her
breast.

"Yes we do I want to. I haven't had sex in five years and I like you." My eyes widen. Five years!?

"Five years!? You're basically a virgin."

"Yeah I know but....I really want this. I'll be hurt if I go home without it." She looked sad and I started to feel sad. I kisses her lips and pulled away, my lips slightly parted and my voice soft.

"Okay." I felt her hand lightly run over my length and pressed my
lips together, supressing a moan. Slipping my hands up her warm back,
I unsnapped her bra and she took her underwear off on her own. Before I
had the chance to do anything, my boxers were already off and Ashley
was already pinned under me. Our kisses were passionate but sloppy as
our bodies begged for each other. Her hips bucked forward and she
pulled away from the kiss gasping for air.

"Matt, please." I smiled at her drunken begging and pushed into her
gaining a moan of pleasure and pain. For a minute I didn't move I just
waited.

"You okay?"

"....Yeah. It just hurts a little. Okay, a lot." She smiled, resting
her hands on my shoulder, looking into my eyes. I don't know what it
was about that moment but it shocked me because I swear I had seen
this girl when I was younger.

Ashley's pov

Who was this guy? I may be drunk but I knew that I knew him like the
back of my untattooed hand. He was beautiful in every way and I guess
when I was as drunk as I was, I showed my true expressions. I nodded and bit
my lip as he moved slowly in and out of me keeping his gaze on my face.

"Are you okay?" I smiled and moaned.

"Yes. I'm fine. Buuut I'd be happy if you were a little rough with me." I smirked and arched my back, moaning loudly as he slammed into me.

"You mean like that?" I only nodded and moaned as his speed got
quicker and his thrusts got harder