Chimon - This Moment

Chapter 12

Simon finished cleaning up the last of the dishes before grabbing a hand towel to wipe off the water marks on the counter. After making sure the kitchen was completely spotless, he dried his hands and made his way towards the living room where Cheryl sat on the couch, downing a glass of wine.

His eyes widened when he noticed the wine bottle already three quarters empty. He never took Cheryl for a heavy drinker and seeing her chug wine like it was water was a bit alarming to say the least, especially given her stature.

"Whoa, take it easy there Cheryl." Simon said with a concerned look etched across his face.

Cheryl disregarded his remark and reached for the bottle yet again, prompting him to reach forward and remove the glass from her hands while she unsteadily tried to pour another cup.

"Cheryl, stop." He said acutely, becoming more and more concerned by the second. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, give me the glass Simon." Cheryl demanded.

"No." He countered, making sure to hold the glass out of her reach. "Not until you tell me what's wrong."

Just moments earlier, Cheryl was cracking jokes and being her silly self, and now she was acting like a raging alcoholic. Simon was absolutely puzzled.

"Nothing's wrong." She slurred.

"Well from the looks of it I'd say otherwise."

"Then I advise you look harder because there's nothing wrong."

"Cheryl, I've been around long enough to know that this isn't normal behavior, especially not from you."

"Don't act like you know everything about me." She shot back while attempting to recover the glass.

"I'm quite certain I know you better than you think."

"Oh I'm sure you do." Cheryl replied defiantly.

Simon sighed deeply and moved a hand up to rub the bottom of his chin, taking a brief moment to think.

"Is it me?" He asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Just give me the fucking glass Simon!" Cheryl demanded again.

"No. I think you've had quite enough." Simon retorted.

Cheryl screamed out in frustration and shot Simon an evil glare before grabbing the wine bottle and swallowing it down directly.

Simon quickly reached forward to snatch the bottle out of her hand, causing some wine to dribble down her chin and onto her shirt.

"For goodness sake Cheryl! What are you on?" Simon asked crossly.

Instead of expressing herself with words, Cheryl acted on a whim and lunged forward to press her warm lips harshly against his. Simon was completely taken aback at her advancement and was absolutely horrified by her behavior. He began to pull away, but the sensation of her lips against his was too stimulating to ignore. The electricity that jolted through his body as she slid her tongue into his mouth made him desire her more than he already did. He knew that this was wrong considering the state that Cheryl was in, but he couldn't refrain from drawing her closer to his eager body.

As their kisses grew more passionate, she crawled closer to him and lifted her legs over his lap, straddling him in place. Cheryl wrapped her arms around his neck and opened her mouth wider, taking pleasure in the feeling of his tongue brushing up against her own. Her body trembled with deep yearning as she felt Simon's hands trail all over her body, fondling the areas that made her want to scream out in pleasure. She moaned into his mouth and wasted no time as she began to fiddle with the zipper of his trousers, eager for him to enter her wet channel.

Before Cheryl got any further, Simon mustered all the self-control he had left in him and pushed her hand away. With much reluctance, he distanced his body from hers and quickly stood up from the couch, trying desperately to get his breathing under control. It didn't help that his sexual arousal was causing him so much agony that it was literally taking all the willpower in him to not carry on with what they were doing.

In contrast, Cheryl laid sprawled along the couch in utter humiliation. Never in her life had she been literally pushed away like some kind of diseased creature. It was mortifying to say the least and it made her feel like a dirty little whore. She tried her best to sit up but the alcohol was making it hard for her to find any sense of balance. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but she was far too gone to produce any sensible words. Instead, she felt herself getting lost in the buzz of it all, and before she knew what was happening, everything went blank.

Her last passing thought before losing all consciousness was that this time around, she royally screwed up.