Drunk Love

Chapter 1: The Girl at The Bar

It was a Friday night. I was at the bar with a few friends of minewhen I spotted her. She was beautiful. Blonde hair, blue eyes. Tall and fit. Super sexy. I wanted her, though I was so wasted that I was
sure that I would fuck something up if I approached her, but I decided to take the plunge.

I decided to approach her, slowly but surely. I was terrified on the inside and hoped she wouldn't notice it on the outside. I was most obviously nervous to talk to her. I hadn't talked to a girl in ages, it seemed like...

We exchanged names and it felt like we had known each other for years. We talked of our interests and noticed that we had almost every interest in common, or similar to the others'. I bought her a drink and it went from there. She smiled at me and it felt as if the dim room suddenly grew as bright as the sun. I don't know why I was feeling so bubbly and cheesy. It was a new feeling for me.

After a few hours of non-stop talking and binge-drinking, she invited me over to her apartment. It may have been dumb to trust someone so fast as to go home with them on the first night, but I figured I may as well take the plunge.. I mean, what could go wrong? We were two young, attractive females who were obviously attracted to each other and we wanted to explore each other just a tad more..

Since her apartment was only 3 blocks from the bar, we decided to walk there than grab a taxi and have to pay. We were laughing and stumbling along the way but having the greatest time doing so. She had the greatest personality. As we were nearing her apartment, it had just then struck me as to what "taking someone home" meant, and I suddenly had an 'oh shit' moment when I realized that. But, I just decided to play it cool and see what brought about the rest of the night..

We finally met her apartment door as she reached in her clutch for her keys. As she fumbled to open the door, I sat back and snickered. She was trying so hard, laughed at herself, looked at me and said "shut up, you idiot" as she smiled and flipped me off. She dropped her keys as she was clumsily trying to open her door, and I reached down to grab them, seeing as to how I was about 10% less drunk than she was, enough to be able to grab a set of keys and (hopefully) open a door. She said thank you and reached for the keys as I held them up high and told her that I would do the honors of opening her door for her. She laughed, shook her head, and stood back to allow me to finally get the door open. I opened it, flipped the lights on for her, and motioned her for to come inside. Seeing as to how it was her apartment, I decided to let her lead me to her bedroom rather than the other way around.

She flipped her bedroom light on and it was a classic early 20-year-old themed bedroom. Xbox, flat screen tv, queen sized bed and an old record player on a night stand in the corner of her room. She had a shelf completely designed for her records; both new and old. As I skimmed through her music taste, I glanced over at her and she was laying on her side, on her bed, looking over at me. I smiled, as did she.

She then told me to come lay with her. As I walked over, we never lost eye contact. We both felt something. We both knew we had a strong connection to each other, regardless of knowing each other for a mere 4-5 hours.

I crawled over her and laid on the opposite side of her bed, turned to face her. She turned her body to face me and she remained locking her eyes on mine. We quietly observed each other for a few minutes before she asked me, "can I kiss you?". I replied, "yes". She leaned over and kissed me, and as soon as our lips locked, it felt as if they never needed to be separated again. As we were kissing, she leaned towards me more, allowing me to lay my body down flat, having her hover over me; never once did our kiss seem to end. As she got closer and closer to practically being on top of me, she slid her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around my own. This sudden movement gave me the biggest rush, it seemed. I grabbed her waist and hoisted her onto my body, the kissing becoming more passionate as time went on, and soon my hands were trailing all along her body.