Chelsea's getting tipsy

A few hours had passed. I'd watched all Lethal Weapon on TV. In that time, Chelsea had polished off maybe an inch of her vodka bottle. For a girl like her, who never ate enough, that meant she was definitely getting drunk.

Another indicator of how drunk she was was that it seemed she'd entirely forgotten about the laundry. It had been long enough she should think her laundry would be ready to pick up, but apparently she'd totally forgotten it! Well, I wasn't about to remind her, I was having way too much fun! I eyed her bare legs pressed to the pillow. I'd been rock hard since she'd come out of the bathroom naked, and my excitement hadn't reduced in the slightest!

Suddenly, her head whipped towards me. Her eyes were narrowed- her cheeks were blushed. At this point I knew it wasn't just the alcohol causing it.

"What's up?" I asked, as innocently as I could.

"This is all you're fault!" She said angrily.

God she was adorable!

"My fault?" I asked.

"Don't act so *hic* You set all this up to see me naked!" She accused (accurately). "You think this so fun, making me be naked all day at my own house!"

To my surprise she extended her leg and pushed me with her bare foot. I couldn't help but laugh. She was definitely feeling the alcohol: she was getting feisty!