Eventually - All or Nothing #2

23rd December 2022 Pt.3

Aimee arrives home, what her mum would call, three sheets to the wind; having taken a fondness to the mulled wine that Emma had taken to Chloe's that no-one else seemed to like.

She takes her heels off as soon as she is in the door, not because her feet hurt, but because John doesn't like shoes in the house. She forgets this a lot, so she is impressed that she has remembered now, when she's a bit drunk. She staggers upstairs to the games room where she knows John will be, as 'don't worry about me babe, go have fun with the girls' translates as 'thank fuck you're finally going out and I can play COD with my mates all night'. It's on the second floor, and she has to take a break on the first-floor landing before she continues her journey. The house is uncomfortably warm, and she takes her coat off, leaving it hanging over the stair banister.

John, with his headset on and the volume up, does not hear Aimee entering the room, in fact, he doesn't notice until she is behind him, and her hands cover his eyes, blocking his view of his game, and meaning he is the next kill victim. "Babe!" He cries as he hears his friends chuckling in his ears.

"Sorry," she smiles, as he spins his chair to face her. "Enough of this," she lifts John's headset from his head and discards it onto the desk behind him, then turns the computer off, not shutting it down properly, which gives John anxiety. He doesn't have enough time to panic though, as she climbs into his lap, straddling him with her legs hanging down the side of the chair.

"Easy babe," he laughs as he grasps at her bum to steady her, allowing himself a few strokes of her best asset.

"Hello," she smiles at him as she transfers the tinsel around her neck to his. He gazes up at her as she hovers over him, her cheeks flushed are and her eyes are swimming, unable to focus on him properly. She is close enough that he can smell the alcohol on her breath, usually he can judge how drunk she is based on this alone. He deduces she's a 5 out of 10. He's allowed himself a couple of beers whilst he's been playing, nothing OTT, just some from the Christmas hamper his management sent. The same one, he and Aimee had promised they would leave until Christmas but had both been dipping into ever since it had arrived last weekend.

"Hi," John smiles at her, nudging his nose against hers. "You have a good night, babe?"

"The best night," she nods. "You?" Before he can reply, her lips are on his. Her kiss is determined, right from the start John knows exactly what she wants, she's grinding down on his dick, whilst her tongue moves in his mouth, groaning at him whenever he squeezes her bum.

"Wasn't bad," he answers breathily when Aimee finally pulls away. A thin trail of saliva connects their lips, and he chases it to kiss her again, this time, he is taking the lead. His lips probing hers firmly as his hand slides underneath her top, up her bare back, and when he remembers she is not wearing a bra, he shudders.

He lifts her sequined top over her head and throws it behind her, allowing himself to admire her for a few seconds. Small, but perfectly formed, that's how John likes to think of Aimee's breasts; nicely round, perky with nipples that always point skyward. Eventually, he realises that she is tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, desperate to even things up.

John's t-shirt (and the tinsel) join Aimee's top on the floor.

"Mmm," he groans as Aimee starts kissing his neck; he pulls her closer, feeling her boobs pressed against his chest. For the next few minutes, they concentrate on this newly unveiled skin, Aimee kissing the dip of every muscle in John's chest, and him unable to help himself from sucking, licking and biting her breasts. Aimee leans back, moving further down John's thighs, away from his now hard dick, she's thinking they should take this to the bedroom. And now, because she was horny before she even got home.