but i want you

i kinda wanted to do more...so i did

*you smile, and kind of laugh about what just happened and how fast it did*

"what?" Berkley asks, smiling at you, you kind of could tell she was stalling, as she was STILL trying to make a drink.

"oh ah, just that, um, what we did happened really fast." You say to her, smiling at her, think more, and more, about what you could do to her.

"oh, yeah" Berkley says back, beginning to laugh a little.

"I mean, once you kissed me, I kinda wanted to do more, so I did." Berkley says, finished making her drunk, now drinking it.

You think to yourself
*shes honest, or at least she is when she's drunk*

"I'm not complaining" you say, thinking about: what if she knew what you were thinking about, about how fucking hot she is and how you could make her so wet, how you could fuck her so good, lick her so good, slurp her so good.

Berkley Thinking:
*shes so fucking sexy, holy shit, I want her right now, I want her grabbing me more, picking up, fucking me, I want her, the things she could do to me, how loud I could moan, how loud I would moan, oh my goddddd*
*i want her now*
-not thinking anymore-

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom. Gonna be here when I get back?" Berkley asks, touching your thigh.

"Yeahhh" you says, quietly, not on purpose.

*you wanted to follow, you want to touch her more, in more places*

*berkley walks away, about to go to the bathroom*

*you watch her walk*

You think to yourself again
*shes so fucking hot, should I follow? does she want me to? is she even interested? she has to be. is she?*

*you realize that your drink wasn't just 'juice', it had some kind of alcohol in it, you just didn't realize because you were focused on Berkley*

"Damn bil, I leave you alone for 2 minutes and your already making out with someone." Your friend says. (the one who answered the door, and invited you there)

*you laugh*

"Do you know her?" You ask, trying to get to know her more. Wondering who she even is.

"I don't really remember, there's been so many people show up, but I think she came with someone." Your friend says back, trying to remember.

"Oh okay" you say, hoping she doesn't have a girlfriend, or anything like that.