I held her eyes, making a point not to glance down, I was talking to her, not her chest, I was talking to her as an equal. Racheal turned a funny shade of crimson and Jessica was creased over laughing hysterically. “Rachael is Tipsy, horny and you made her laugh. As the intensity of our kissing increased, her hands started making short work of my shirt buttons until that was on the floor. She got the message. Far from crowed, there were a hand full of people mulling around in conversation, a few guys were gathered around the pool table and another two were playing darts, a table of women were sat close enough to them to suggest they were there together. “I’m gonna have to cut you off at this rate young lady” Jack said, half mockingly
“oh, I’m not drunk,” she said laughing, “its her!” pointing at Jessica
“yeah, that’s probably true,” Jessica laughed, “Trust me, if she not throwing up everywhere and telling you she loves you, she’s not drunk”
Rachael shrugged, we all laughed again.
