i was at a party with my friends and i have had a few too many drinks.
my friends matt and chris were with me, helping me walk through the crowd without stumbling too much.
i made my way to the kitchen when i started making another drink for myself.
"y/n i think you've had enough" matt said trying to take the cup out of my hand.
"no" i slurred and shoved him off of me before stumbling out of the kitchen and into the living room.
matt had his hands on my waist trying to keep me from falling. i loved the gesture but i really didn't want to feel like i had a guard dog following me around.
"matt get off of me" i slurred slightly out of it.
in the process of trying to free myself of matt's grip i bumped into a girl behind me carrying a drink in her hand. when i hit her it went all over her dress and on my back.
"what the hell?!" she yelled and suddenly all the attention was brought to us.
"sorry she's drunk and i'm trying to get her home" matt apologized
"the bitch can speak for herself" she said
"don't fucking call me that!" i yelled
she got up in my face and poured the rest of her drink on my white, sheer, tank top.
"you bitch!" i screamed and slapped her.
"oops" she said and walked away.
i lunged towards her but matt grabbed my arm, stopping me.
"it's not worth it" he said
"but she-" i was cut off
"i know. come on let's get you changed" he said and we made our way upstairs.
"i don't really need to change though, it will dry eventually and i don't wanna get beer on someone else's clothes" i said
"y/n your um.." he said gesturing to my chest.
"oh..." i said looking down, seeing my nipples peeking through my shirt, being cold and wet making them hard. regretting my earlier decision to go braless.
"here you can wear my hoodie" matt said tailing off his ransom hoodie to reveal a grey wife beater underneath.
"thanks" i said before putting grabbing the ends of my shirt and starting to lift it over my head.
matt quickly turned around so that his back was facing me.
i successfully got my shirt off but i needed to wipe the remaining alcohol off of my chest.
"matt can you hand me a towel please?" i asked him.
he grabbed one from the rack throwing it behind him still not looking at me.
"matt i can't reach my back. do you mind helping me?" i asked. i was fully aware of what i was doing.
"fuck" matt whispered before turning around.
i was facing towards him and my tits we're on full display.
"okay. um... turn around" he said
i turned around and lifted my hair up so that he could wipe my back off.
he finished and turned back around so that i could change.
"matt. look at me" he turned around again.
matt tried really hard to look my in my eyes and not let his eyes travel down.
i took a few steps forward and put my hands on the sides of his face.
