I was sitting in the back room of my favorite spot, hanging with some old and new friends, smoking some *mumbles*, when Eric walked in with a friend of his. I looked over and casually smiled, pretending that my inner goddess wasn't doing backflips for his ass. I'd wanted him since the day I saw him.
We invited them to join our circle and shot the shit for a while. Slowly, folks started trickling out the room. I held my ground because my high was turning into sleepy and I needed a moment. Eventually, only Eric and I were left in the room. He slid on the couch next to me. I giggled cause, well, I was high. He put his arm around me and came up really close to my face. He asked, "If I kiss you, will you kiss me back?" Hell and the fuck yea, sir!
Instead of replying, I kissed him. Each kiss grew more intense as we began to stand a rip each others clothes off. He bent me over the couch as he began to nibble on my neck and his hands explored my body. I came from the experience of his hands touching my body alone.
Just as the real fucking was about to start, his friend came back in the room. He started to say something, what I'll never know, laughed and walk out the door.
Eric started whispering in my ear and I felt like I was shaking. I opened my eyes to find my head on his shoulder in a small puddle of drool. His friend standing in the door says," I left you in here thinking you could pull her, and she fell asleep on your shoulder." And begins roaring with laughter. I snicker a bit too. Eric says, "Oh, I pulled her alright. In her dreams. Did you know you talk in your sleep?"
Face. Palm.
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