What It Takes

Getting Drunk and Feeling Guilty

It was the day of Katherine' wedding. I had gotten them a 24” flat screen TV. Hey, I was rich, and was in a generous mood when I bought it.

Anyways I had chosen one of the many little black dresses that was stored in my closet. This dress in particular was one of my favorites due to the fact that it was light, roomy, and had a white lace trimming across the top. I pared it with some black pumps, and some silver jewelry.

The wedding was beautiful. Katherine had, again, married a man that was well off. Despite my bad feelings for her, I still supported the idea of giving love a second chance.

Katherine wore a stunning white Vera Wang dress that had one of those off the shoulder sleeve things. A beautiful dress, for a beautiful bride.

When the actual wedding was over, I had expected her to be rude to me, but instead she was very welcoming, and understood neither of my parents could come. I told her that I told them. Which I had. Her smiling and greetings for me were almost to good to be true.....

Dylan couldn't make it, because something had come up with his car and couldn't get it fixed. I offered to give him a ride, but he insisted that I go ahead. He didn't want me to be late. And I knew that if I had gone back for him, I would be late, and probably would have missed the whole ceremony.

Currently I was at the reception sitting on a white fold up chair. Looking at the dance floor in front of me. I smiled at the newly weds. They looked like they were in their own world, and nothing else could bring them out of it. I suddenly realized how hard it must have been for Katherine to let go of dad. If she loved him like she loved this new guy, then I don't blame her for sticking around.

Out of nowhere a warm kiss was placed on my shoulder. Startled I jumped a little, causing the “kisser” to chuckle. Wait, I knew that chuckle....well well.

“Well well, if it isn't the one and only a*s man, who wanted to give me everything I wanted.” I said.

“The offer still stands, and I would prefer if you called me Christen”.

“Haha, well there isn't any lotion you can rub down my back, so what do want, and why are you here?”

“Mm feisty, I like a girl who know what she wants. And for your information, my dad is friends with the groom. What are you doing here?” he said, still with a smirk.

“Eating the food”.

“Haha”

For a while we just sat there, both of us staring in completely different ways. After a few minutes he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dance floor. I didn't bother to protest much, since I was really bored.

A slow song was playing, and Christen's arms found there way to my waist. Slowly I wrapped my arms around his neck, and danced to the song. His eyes bore into my own and the look he gave me made me feel like I was the only girl in the world. It was filled with lust and longing. I felt my self falling into him. It was different from how I felt with Dylan. With Dylan I felt loved and fragile. With Christen, in the short time I have known him, I felt dangerous and sexy. Wow, something is wrong with me.

“I need a drink” I said

“me too” he agreed

2 hours later

I was laughing hysterically at something that Christen just said. Not that I could remember because I was so totally and utterly drunk, that a car could hit me and id still be laughing.

The whole world started to move, and the only thing that mattered was Christen. His hot body, sexy eyes, and his lust for me.

His hand met mine, and pulled me in to kiss him. I couldn't stop myself, and part of me didn't want to stop at all. Suddenly I found myself in his arms being carried away from the bar, and into another building conveniently located right next to the reception hall. We passed numerous rooms, and suddenly came to a halt. The door swung open and reveled a classy looking hotel room. Christen put me down on my feet and immediately kissed me while shutting the door behind him. I don't know what over came me, but at that moment I needed to touch him. I needed to feel him.

I jumped up wrapping my legs around Christen's waist. He pushed our bodies against the wall, and started to move up and down. I could feel his erection staining against his jeans. He kept moving up and down and it felt so good. He grabbed my butt and started to push harder. I needed him. Badly.

Grabbing his head I slammed my lips into his. His tongue worked wonders against my own. I gained enough energy to push him away for a second, so we could get on the bed. I threw him down, and stared to unbutton his shirt. Once it was off, I trailed kisses down his bare chest. When I heard him moan, it only turned me on more than I already was. He unzipped my dress in a heartbeat leaving me in my lacy under wear and bra. I put my hand on his leg and slowly moved my hand to his zipper. I teased him a little by going super slow.

I guess he couldn't take it anymore, because he grabbed my hand and put it on where his zipper is. I took off his pants, and his boxers. Putting my hand on his “buddy” earned a moan from his mouth. I continued to stroke, while kissing his chest. I felt his fingers take off my bra. He flipped us so he was on top. He kissed my chest, and continued leaving a trail down to my belly button. I grabbed his head again, bringing him up to my lips where I hungrily kissed him.

Before he could take off my panties, I switched our positions again. Though my panties were still on, I moved back and forth on him. I let him take off the remaining of my clothes, so we were both completely naked. He positioned me so he could go inside, but just before he could I stopped him. My body, brain, and everything told me to let him have s*x with me. But one thing told me to stop. My heart. As corny as it sounds, I was Dylan's girlfriend, and I would never cheat on him, or anyone else. Though this was very close to having s*x, I didn't. I felt a pang in my heart as I thought of Dylan's smile, and touch. The way he could look at me and I felt loved. I like Christen, sure, but when he looked at me, there was no love. Only lust.

I climbed off our position and started to put my clothes on. My head was hurting because of the alcohol and I felt extremely dizzy. Though somehow I was able to fully get my clothes on without falling over. I could feel Christen's eyes on me. I could feel the confusion and hurt as well.

I was just about to leave the room, when I turned around to take one last look at Christen. I whispered “I'm sorry” to him.

“Ill get you” was all he said, as I left the room. Feeling guilty and drunk.