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Drunken Nights

23 is a strange age. I want to explore the world, save the kids, revolutionize my generation, sit and cry, climb Mount Everest , go to Italy and fuck all the guys I want all on the same day. On top of the wants, there are things that just continue to happen like the other day I was just sitting there watching a movie when I suddenly realized that there is no shame in sex. Yeah yeah, it took me 23 years to come to that realization but that's what happens when you have parents that never show affection. I don't remember a single time I have seen them kiss or flirt; heck I haven't even seen them put their feet on top of each others when sitting on the sofa. But I guess thats what happens when you have an arranged marriage. But if I ever get married it will be for intense love if not I don't want it.

Growing up I used to think that I was hip and cool but it didn't take me long to realize that I was uptight and strict. The first time I had sex was during my freshmen year of college at the ripe age of 19. After I had sex, I came home thinking I was slut because I enjoyed having sex with a man that I was not married to. And I'm not saying preserving yourself makes you uptight or strict, but it was the feeling that made me feel that which felt wrong. I wanted to enjoy myself and explore my sexuality but since it was such a taboo in my house, it was hard to.

My mom is the type of person that is always following rules, needs to be proper and behaved all the time, doesn't like eating out. My dad is the type of person that makes his own rule, misbehaved all the time, always needs to drink and party and never speaks properly or softly. With such vast difference in their personality arguments were a constant thing in our household. My dad would go to a party, get drunk, come home around 3-4am, my mom would get mad, give him the silent treatment until the backhanded insults come in play. This lovely encounter would be followed by my dad spitting out "this is why I never want to stay home" and walking out leaving me to deal with the muttering and cursing mom.

And the saddest part was I understood both of their point of view. My mom wanted a husband that is loving, responsible, and present. My dad wanted a wife that loves partying, handles the house like one man army, and bends over backwards at his commands. So, yeah I understood both of their point of view but I was supporting my moms. That was another thing I was afraid of with arranged marriage...what if my husband turns out like my dad. I don't know why but brown men my dads age did not seem to have respect for their woman.

Every time there is a party, all I see is the women huddled in the kitchen cooking the appetizers, the achar, the meats, the vegetables and the rice while the men are outside with a beer in the hand flipping the bbq every couple of minutes. This is what they call equal work. Now if you go and tell this to the men they will remind you of the things they cleaned today and the groceries they brought for the party. They seem to forget that moms tend to cook 2-3 times a day, clean the kitchen each time after, pack lunch and go work 40 hours because we just ain't rich enough to stay home.

Growing up in such a dysfunctional family was enough to make me run in the name of college. I applied to the college I knew they wouldn't say no to and one that was the farthest from home. Once in college it was time to let loose, party and explore the world of boys but each time any boy came close to me I wanted to run away. But today is going to be different, I was finally 21 years old which meant I was gonna be shit faced drunk and get my way.

Trying to be bold, I was dressed in mesh bra top, crotchless underwear, miniskirt and thigh high boots. Now all I need was to get drunk and find someone that can undress me with his teeth. Grabbing my joint, lighter and my lychee martini, I headed to the balcony. Once done, I called for an uber and went to my favorite place, this dark lit bar called the back room located near my university. All the hottest college jock come there, and from what I've heard they know how to fuck.

As soon as I walked in, I made a beeline to the bar and ordered a watermelon margarita in rimmed glass with an extra shot. I was on my third glass and starting to run out of home of going home with someone when a sweet voice said "Hey, I'm Layla" from next to me. "Hi, I'm Anya" I said thinking at least I'll make a friend if nothing else. Turns out she lives in the same student housing as me, I'm surprised I have never seen her. After drowning 3 shots in celebration of our new friendship, we decided we were hammered enough to hit the dance floor. Head bouncing, swinging my hips left and right, I was grooving to the music, when she suddenly wrapped her hands around my waist and hugged me from behind. I could feel her boobs rubbing my back as she moved, making me feel a certain way.

Our bodies swaying in harmony, hands exploring each other, we danced for more than an hour before her friends joined us. Do I like girls? Is that why no guy has been able to make me feel the way she made me feel today? How was I gonna tell my strict, orthodox, Nepali parents that I like girls? "Hey, you want to join me and my friends for an after party at my place" - she suddenly asked. "Sure" more time to spend with her I thought as I replied.

Her place was soft and charming, with a round white coffee table in front of her coffee colored couch. As soon as we walked in, she went into her kitchen and started preparing Hookah and drinks. With the dim led lights glowing, big green plants and photo quotes that decorated her apartment it looked better than a cafe. It was 4 am, 2 of her friends were passed out on the floor cuddling together, another one sprawled on the couch. Me, her and Zach were still smoking and talking on her balcony. I have been stealing glances of her throughout the night, waiting for Zach to go to bed so we could get some alone time.

After 2 more shots, 1 joint and another round of hookah, Zach finally passed out and went to bed leaving just me and Layla finally alone. But my happiness was short lived as she said "I'm kind of tired you want to bed too." "Yeah, me too" I replied disappointed as I started to gather my stuff ready to head back to my place. "Where are you going, you can just crash in my bed" she said strutting into her room, gesturing me to follow her. Too drunk and attracted, I quietly followed her into her room.

When we got in she locked the door, and laid down on the bed. I was staring at her when she suddenly motioned for me to sit next to her as she said "I have seen how you have been looking at me all night." Flushed and embarrassed, I was glued to my spot. Looking me straight in the eye, she walked towards me, grabbed by hand and pushed me on the bed. Looking me in the eye, she climbed on top of me and placed her soft luscious lips on mine. "Ahhhh" I yelled making her smile softly. "You like that huh?" she asked as she nibbled the corner of my lips, sending electrical sensation down my spine. Suddenly getting bolder, I flipped her over, getting on top of her. "If you keep grinding me like this, we will wet the entire bed". I pulled my gaze away from the ceiling and looked back at Layla not even realizing how horny she had gotten me.

"My turn" Layla said as she got on top of me, smacking our lips together. Slowly getting up she started giving me a lap dance. Her hands traveling to her breast she she hastily unbuckled her bra, letting her titties hang free. Unable to control myself, I took one of them in my mouth making her groan in pleasure. My pussy aching to be touched I continued sucking her boobs. "Ahhhaaaawwwwaaa" she groaned each time I twirled and nibbled her nipples. God I loved the sound of that. "You know how I want I want to do you girl" Layla murmured in my ears as she continued to grind herself against my throbbing cunt. Pulling my skirt up towards my waist, she grabbed on my ass as she nibbled on my ears - sending me to cloud nine.

"Crotchless underwear, Naughty girl" - she growled as she put her fingers against my throbbing pussy.

"How does that feel against your aching pussy, doll?"

"g-g-good" - I could barely mutter as she slid her fingers inside of me sending goosebumps down my legs. Sucking in a sharp I grasped on to her back, my nipples aching and hard. "You are so sexy when you moan, I am going to make you scream all night long" Layla murmured sexily as she added another finger inside me. "You should sit on my face and grind me doll" she groaned as she ran circles, around my swollen aching clit.

Hey guys,

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I am sorry to end at such a hot and heavy moment but work calls. I promise I will make it worth your time in the next chapter.

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Much Love,

Liz Brown