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The Effects Of Alcohol On Clear Thinking

A voice inside Brittney's head told her this was wrong;  that she needed to pull away and make him leave, but she was so turned that she ignored it and kissed him back.

It also didn't help that she had drank two glasses of her mom's wine before he even arrived. She was clearly under the influence of alcohol.

As they continued to make out, David attempted to part her lips with his tongue.

Again, she gave in, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth. She was still extremely nervous, but the alcohol clouded her judgment and she didn't back away. Instead, she reciprocated, allowing her tongue to began exploring his mouth as well.

Taking her action as permission to go further, David leaned over, and placed one leg on the other side of her, their tongues still inside each other's mouth. He was now sitting on top of her as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him.

She could feel his manhood growing in his crotch as he began grinding his midsection against hers,. Her skirt had now slid up, causing her thighs to be completely exposed.

Her tight  purple lycra boyshorts were now uncovered and anyone could have seen them if David's crotch were not pressed so tight against them.

David slid his hands down underneath her, his hands cupping her butt cheeks, and pulling their midsections even tighter together, as he continued kissing her passionately. All the while his pelvic movements kept her well aware of where this was likely going and why he had accepted her invitation to come over.

Reaching back up, David placed a hand on either of  Brittney's shoulders and he pulled her to one side so that she was now lying on her back.

He adjusted his body position and continued to grind his pelvis against hers as he leaned in and began to nibble on the area around one of her collarbones.

By now Brittney's breathing and heartbeat had increased as her body was completely turned on by all of this. Even though she consciously told herself that this was going too far, she couldn't bring herself to make him stop.

After sucking hard enough to cause a hickey to form just below Brittney's right collarbone, David raised himself up a bit. He paused, staring uncomfortably into Brittney's eyes as he reached down and began to fumble with unzipping his pants. 

Before she had time to back out, David had quickly grabbed her right hand and placed it inside his zipper.

She could have pulled away at this point, but he had her pinned down by the weight of his body on top of her. Looking into his piercing green eyes, his gaze was so intense and commanding that she immediately gave in and instinctively wrapped her fingers around his throbbing manhood.

She held on tightly for a few seconds before loosening her grip and slowly, gently began to move her hand up and down his shaft.

After a couple strokes David reached down and wrapped his muscular fingers around her wrist, gently removing her hand from his pants. He then continued to guide, as she submitted, allowing him to place the palm of her hand on her mouth.

Without a word between them, he gazed intently into her eyes and she instinctively knew that he wanted her to lick her own hand from the base of her palm, all the way to her fingertips, coating her hand in wetness.

Feeling powerless to resist, Brittney complied with his voiceless demand.

Instantly the strong, sour, musky taste of his manhood on her hand, from stroking his manhood, wrapped itself around her tongue and filled her mouth with a retched aroma that caught itself in her throat, causing her to gag.

A small bit of half-digested pizza from her earlier dinner, shot up from her stomach and hit the back of her throat.

She quickly swallowed it back down while allowing  him to place her hand back around his member, where she once again began stroking his thich, warm, veiny shift, up and down just as she had done to her own penis, so many times before.

Brittney knew what felt good when she stroked her own cock and now she attempted to pleasure his in precisely the same manner.

"Oh, baby," he softly, breathlessly moaned, with his head held back in extasy. His voice quivering. "Oh, yeah, that's it.  That feels so good.  Oh gawd, yes. Just like that"

He looked back down at her and asked, "Are you enjoying this, too?"

A stomach churning sickness hit her in the pit of her abdomen. The alcohol wouldn't allow her to submit to the reality of the feeling, come to her senses, and stop. Instead her brain ignored the feeling in her abdomen.

She faintly smiled at him, not sure what to say. It was scary and new . . . but yeah, that was a good question. Did she like it?

That, she still wasn't sure of, but at this point, she was afraid of what he might do to her if she didn't continue. And also, whether she liked it or not, she was actually finding this very empowering and quite arousing as well. She felt an intoxicating power surrounding her as she continued to stroke him.