Bondi Diaries || Bondi Rescue

Chapter 7: Shit-Faced Drunk

The night with Jesse went quicker than I expected to. We sat on the couch with a bowl of Ben and Jerry’s each and a bottle of wine between us. I don’t normally drink wine, I’m more of a vodka kind of girl, but Jesse says it brings out the class in the downers like us.

It was about 2 in the morning, and as we were both drunk and giggly, we started to talk about random stuff, until our sexual encounters popped up.

“Okay... so there was this one time at a party I got so drunk, one of my mates dared me to have sex with this chick… and I did…” Jesse said, hiccupping. I giggled.

“Did you really?” I asked, shocked in my drunken, fuzzy state.

“Yes!” Jesse exclaimed. We started laughing hysterically again. Jesse pulled out his phone and clumsily typed in his passcode, and then opened up safari.

“We should ask each other naughty questions.” He said with another hiccup. I nodded eagerly… my drunken self gets pretty frisky…

Jesse clicked on a website and loaded some questions. “I’ll go first!” he said with an evil giggle. I took another gulp of my wine.

I had no idea I could get this pissed of a classy ass drink, I thought to myself.

I looked over at the table and realised why…

…Jesse and I had been through four bottles of the stuff…

“Okay Koti, okay. Here goes. What gets you turned on faster, sexting or phone sex?” He asked, his words slurring.

“Hmmmmmmmmmm, I would have to say… SEXTING!” I yelled. Jesse laughed and we clinked our glasses together, before taking another gulp.

“Your turn Koti!”

I grabbed Jesse’s phone off him and scrolled through the questions, squinting to read properly without my glasses and with the blurriness of being piss-drunk.

“Jesse…” I giggled. “What’s your one fantasy?”

Jesse blushed like crazy and coughed.

“Uh… um…”

I giggled and poked his shoulder.

“Come on silly, tell me!” I urged.

“Well… I actually like it when I’m drunk… and like… in weird places…” He stumbled over his words as I giggled ferociously.

I looked to take another drink, but upon realising that my glass was empty, I picked up a new wine bottle and took a lengthy swig, turning a new point of piss-drunk. I didn’t even know this stage existed or what it’s called, but I hereby name the drunken point I was at shit-faced drunk.

“So…” I giggled. “If I was to do this…”

I straddled Jesse and wrapped my arms around his neck, laughing my face off.

“And then do this…” I started to grind into him. “It would turn you on?”

Jesse gulped as I gave him an evil grin, and nodded and shook his head at the same time. I giggled again, and began to kiss his neck. I felt his body relax into my as I worked my way up his jawline, still grinding, and eventually found his lips.

Jesse must have been just a bit sober, because he managed to ask, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I nodded, absolutely shit-faced.

“Mm. We won’t even remember it, so why not?” I giggled seductively.

With that, Jesse lifted me up, and after managing to not fall over, carried me to my bedroom.