EroticReverie

Penn

It's probably not the smartest idea, but the girl has never been drunk before and all my paranoid ass can think of, is explaining to her father that I picked her up, because a guy at a party saw i was the last one to text to her. Also, afraid her drunk mouth would be too loud, or say something it shouldn't to her father if he were to wake up. I didn't need her drunkenly confessing she'd kissed his life long best friend. Fuck, I was in such deep shit. I just couldnt manage to keep my god damn hands or mouth to myself could I ? I just had to go and make shit difficult for myself. And even more so, by bringing her to my place instead of home. 

She surprisingly did not fall asleep or vomit on the way to my house, and I was able to help her out of the car enough to pick her up over my shoulder, making her giggle. 

"You gotta nice ass Penn" she says laughing drunkenly and slapping her hands on my ass one at a time. 

I can't help but laugh. "Knock it off Adalyn" i say and she giggles. 

If she wasn't drunk I'd flip her hot little plaid skirt up and slap her ass till it was red and hot to the touch. 

I lock the garage door behind me, walking into the foyer and setting her down. 

She looks around and then scrunches her nose. 

"You brought me to your house?" she asks. 

"yeah, your father would give you the third degree if you came home drunk." I tell her. 

"Or you just wanna kiss me" she says and smiles looking at me. 

"Not at all shy with a little bit of liquid courage are ya?" I ask shaking my head. 

"Can I sleep in your bed?" she asks.

"No." I say plainly. "Dont think that's a very good idea." I say and then squat down, unlacing her boots as she braces herself against the circular marble table in the foyer. 

"Cause you wanna have sex with me?" she asks and I look up at her. 

She's smiling. "Is that why?" 

"Quit being adorable Adalyn." I say and look down to her boots, my cock growing , being this close to her thighs, trying not to touch them or slide my hands up the back of her skirt as I start to work on the laces of the other boot. 

"I've always had a crush on you" she says and I smirk to myself and tug off one of her boots carefully. 

"Oh yeah?" I ask as she steps out of it. I reach up to balance her by her hips as she sways slightly. 

"Yep" she says as I start to pull off the other.

"I think about you when I masturbate" she says. 

"Jesus" I mutter under my breath tossing the boot and then standing before I rip her hot pink panties off from under her skirt. 

"Is that so?" I ask, trying to pretend i'm not interested. 

She nods. "I would pretend it was your hand touching me" she says and my nostrils flare, knowing she might regret these confessions in the morning. 

"Adalyn" I shake my head. "You probably shouldnt tell me this right now."

"My first orgasm..." she says her eyes looking heavy, but she's smiling. 

"My first one...i thought of you" she says and I groan. My hands curling into fists to keep from touching her. 

"I was twelve" she says.

"fuck Adalyn" I growl. "Be quiet." 

"I touched myself so much thinking about you" she says. "all the time"

Thinking about Adalyn as a pre teen touching herself, disgusted me, yet also turned me the fuck on , knowing she'd been having those types of feelings for me for that long. I certainly wasn't interested in her like that, at that point. But to know that she had been, that I'd perhaps been the object of her sexual awakening. It did things to me. 

She was drunk, and I shouldnt touch her, but I just needed my hands on her, to at least pull her hot body against mine, just to feel her against me. 

I stepped forward, grabbing her waist, and her eyes went down to my hands and then back up as I pulled her against me, my erection against her and she moaned slightly. 

"I'm not that drunk" she says and licks her lips, her hands lifting , and she drops them around my neck like they weigh fifty pounds in her drunken state. 

"Sure you arent." I say and look down at her. 

"I liked your hands touching me" she says. 

"when you had them up my shirt earlier...while you kissed me" she says. 

I take a deep breath and exhale. 

"Did you feel how hard my nipples were?" she asks. 

I groan slightly. I nod. "Yes Adalyn."

"they're the same right now." she says. 

"Jesus" I shake my head, and watch as she licks her lips. 

"Will you touch them again?" she asks, her voice so fucking pure and sweet, asking me for such a forbidden thing. 

Yeah, bringing her back here was a bad idea. 

Adalyn was right earlier...I was not a gentleman. 

My hands left her waist, slipping up her shirt and she hummed as my hands pushed up over her skin. 

"I want to take my clothes off" she says. 

"Jesus, christ, no" I shake my head. 

"Please?" she asks, a small frown on her face. 

"Don't you want to see me? I want you to see me...I want to see you." she says and comes in for a kiss. 

"Adalyn, fuck." I groan and let my hands cup her breasts, touching the thin lace of her bra, and I can only imagine that it matches those hot pink panties of hers. 

I wasn't a good man. 

I take her mouth with mine, her drunk kisses, carefree and messy. But i used my own mouth and tongue to school hers into submission as I reached one hand around her back, knowing the bra she wore was strapless due to the off shoulder top without any straps showing. 

I unhooked it, making her moan into my mouth as I pulled the loose lace bra from under her top and dropped it to the floor, peeking down, to see it indeed did match her panties. 

I groan as both of my hands slip back up her shirt, and I grab her bare breasts, my cock grinding against her harder as she moans into my mouth. 

"Mmmmm, Penn" she pants, her mouth escaping mine as her head goes back and I watch her hair fall back behind her as I look at my hands moving under her shirt, feeling her up like I was teenage boy touching a pair of tits for the first time. 

"your hands feel so good on me" she moans. 

"Adalyn" I groan and she lifts her head. 

"I don't want to be a virgin anymore" she says and I curse under my breath, kissing her again, my fingers pinching at her nipples and making her squeak slightly, I tug them, maybe a bit too hard for her cause she yelps and I soothe them with gentle grazes of my thumb.

"sorry" I say quietly and she shakes her head. 

"they're so sensitive" she whines. 

I groan. 

"Undress me" she says breathlessly, as if she may cum just from my hands on her breats. 

"I can't Adalyn, I don't want you like this...I want you sober...I want you to remember it." I say. 

"I will" she whines. 

"Not like this Adalyn" I groan, grabbing her soft tits one more time, aching to see them, to taste them, and lick them, suck them and pinch them a bit more. But, I know already I've gone too far with her like this. 

"Why don't we get you into bed?" I suggest, sliding my hands out of her top. 

She shakes her head and grabs my hands I can't help the small laugh I give her when she guides them back up her shirt. 

"keep going" she pleads. "It feels so good" 

I lick my lips and groan. 

"how about this?" I say and cup them in my hands. 

"You be good for me...and let me put you to bed. I'll touch them for you some more upstairs." I say as I slide my hands back out. 

She whimpers. 

"Fine." she concedes. 

"Let's get you some more water, and a little something to eat first, and some asprin, okay?" I ask and she grumbles. 

"Fine." she agrees and I smile. 

"Cmon little rose" I say and slip and arm around her, hooking it at her waist to help her walk, incase she starts to sway again.