The later it got the more sexually playful you became...Crisstopher was surprised when you jumped on the bar and began stripteasing a little...your sister and brother were in total shock to see you doing that as well...for as insecure about yourself you were. You jumped off the bar still partially dressed and went up to Crisstopher, and began dancing around him and rubbing up and down his chest and back...the second time around him you put both of your hands on his ass and squeezed...he gave you a seductive smile, and picked you up, and walked you outside to his bike...he whispered in your ear, and you both decided you had enough rave party for one week...so he took you back to the house.
Before you kissed him goodnight...he asks you if you would like to go over to his place for the night...beens nobody was home at your house. You say ok after thinking on it a while...he places his arm around your shoulder and walks you to his house and then up to his bedroom. As he walked you in, he shut the door behind him, and advanced up to you and slowly but very passionately kissed you. You were so in the moment with him, that you kissed him back, and let him feel you up and undress you...then he kicked off his boots and socks while kissing you more deeply and full of lust...your mind was spinning from all the alcohol and fun you had, that you reached towards him, and slowly unzipped his pants...he ripped his shirt off as you were sliding his pants down...he stepped out of them, and walked you backwards until he playfully pushed you on the bed...you pulled him down after you...he gave you a devilish boy smile as he got on top of you and entered...you swam in his lust and he swam in yours for hours, before you both reached your climax, and he collapsed on you breathing heavily and soaked in sweet n sticky sweat...he kisses you once more then wraps around you, and passes out...you fall asleep shortly after.
You woke up the next morning with a hangover strong enough to kill a mule...you try getting out of bed, but as you look around you notice you're not in your room...you look under the cover to see why you can't move, and you see Crisstopher laying naked still wrapped around you with his long jet black hair all over you...it dawns on you what happened, and you gently moved him off and rushed the bathroom to vomit. You brushed your teeth and quickly got dressed and left before he woke up...for the rest of the morning you were trying to remember what did or didn't do last night...but you were so trashed you couldn't remember....and it hurt your head to badly to think that hard. All you could think about was...was Crisstopher as wasted as you, and will he remember...
