A Little Drinky Poo

The party's over. I remember when the party never ended.

There was a time, around college, or later, when I should have been going to college, when the people at work were always getting drunk. We'd collect at the bar 2 doors over, and have coffee drinks, which kept us up later and kept us more frisky than we would have been - had we been drinking straight gin or scotch.

We were just getting past beer, and into the "adult" phase of mixed drinks. Rum and coke would make us all loopy and sloppy, and start to play grabass with each other. All in good fun, of course.

There were times when I ended up making out with some girl that was too drunk to stop me, and I was thinking only with my dick. You'll make out with anyone when you're drunk, it seems. I got a couple pieces of pussy that way, being a little too friendly and slipping my tongue down her throat. Then my hand down her pants.

Meg was one who never really fucked me back. We ended up in the bedroom at a party, and our pants around our knees. It was a quick exploration and she was kinda giggly and didn't take the whole thing seriously. Because I worked with her, it was something I didn't see as serious, and when I became aroused I got it out of the way quickly. I came half inside her, half on her stomach. I had been drinking scotch, and the orgasm seemed to get me drunker. I don't remember the rest of the party.

Cindy was someone I remembered one New Year's Eve. We were at that bar and kissed when the clock struck midnight. There was a homely aspect to her and she seemed to take everything very seriously. No jokes for her, yet she let me kiss her and walk her home. At her apartment, we kanoodled for what seemed like 40 minutes before I finally got my pants undone and down. Which she let me do.

Erection city. I reached for her pants, but she pushed my hand away and undid them herself. I entered her and about 10 seconds later I felt her tense up. She pushed me out and we sat, having another drink, without talking about it. She was right. It wasn't the right thing to do in the long run, it was just New Year's Eve coming over us.

She let me lick her nipples and she rubbed my erection - I guess to make me feel a little better about not getting to fuck her more. I told her it was okay, and it was. I was drunk enough to think I might have another chance.

The next time we worked together she made it clear that it would never happen again.

That was fine.