“Work it, Jenn!” Stallion yelled.
Yes, work it Jenn. I wanted her to work it some more. But she pulled free of me and laughed.
“And that,
gentlemen, is how you do it,” she said proudly.
That made me laugh right along with her. Fuck I was horny. Where the hell was Mud?
I tilted my cup back and drained the last of my whiskey. I was getting drunk. And I loved my cover of darkness. It was like a blanket of security, a free pass to have uninhibited fun. I could abandon my morals and soak up the insanity of my friends. We were all running free in an adult playground.
We took a break from the game and I slid to the edge of the bed to get more alcohol. I wanted to be drunker. I wanted to not give a shit about anything that went down. Ferrah was happy to oblige.
She filled my cup and the heaviness of it felt good. I chugged, a little too quickly, and it burned. My chest was on fire and I instantly felt lightheaded. I sipped again. I was having so much fun and I wanted to be even wilder.
“Whoa,” I said a little louder than I meant to.
And Ferrah was on her knees, taking my hand in hers.
“You okay, sweetie?” she asked.
I laughed. I laughed again. I was fine. I was just…I sipped again not knowing how to finish the thought. The liquor burned as it went through my body, the liquid embers running down my chest and into my stomach and down my legs and even between them. I felt my pussy warm. And it felt fucking great.
“Are you okay?” she asked again.
“She’s fine,” Stallion said.
“I’m okay,” I said. “Just took a big gulp and it was stronger than I expected.”
They both laughed with me.
“Just lie down,” she advised.
I took another sip and then I lay down, making sure not to spill the drink.
“What should we do with her?” Ferrah asked.
I could hear laughing all around me. Jennifer must’ve joined the other group. They were having a full-on conversation just a few feet away.
“Do with me? I’m fine,” I said as I pulled myself up to my elbows and took another sip.
“I can think of a few things we can do with her,” Stallion whispered.
“Tell me, love,” she replied.
“Well, first, let’s take off her shoes.”
I felt her pull my shoes off and heard the double thump of them landing somewhere on the floor.
“Are you wearing jeans, Baby Jane?” she asked.
I sipped from my drink again. It was hitting me hard and fast. I liked it. I crossed my legs but Ferrah grabbed them and spread them open. She crawled between them and leaned over me. Her hair hung down and touched my face. It smelled nice, freshly shampooed.
“The rules were, you were supposed to come in just a robe, silly,” she said. “Like me.”
She took my empty left hand and put it inside of her robe. My knuckles brushed against her nipple. I opened my hand cupped her tit. It was big, harder than mine. Fake but sexy. It reminded me that I had no shirt or bra on. I’d forgotten my nudity. I just felt so…relaxed.
“I like that,” she said. “You have a soft touch.”