Final Night

Inside, Bob gently sets your drunken form down on the couch.

"Want another coffee?"

"Please.... Thanks."

Although you're still near wasted, the coffee seems to wake you up at least halfway. Bob sits down right next to you and seems to get the same effect from his mug.

"We really fooled them all, didn't we?" He laughs.

"I don't know, Mike kept giving me weird looks."

"That's just cause he wanted a piece of your ass!" He smiles at you, taking a long look at your face.

"What?" You ask, uncomfortable under his gaze.

"You're so damn beautiful like this," He slurs his words, obviously still drunk.

"Bob!" You blush again, but it's not so visible under your makeup.

"I'm serious, Veronica, you're the most beautiful girl in the whoooole world," He throws his hands open at the last word, spilling half his coffee on the floor.

"Oh, no!" You shake your head in mock annoyance as you go to clean up his mess.

His eyes never leave you as you work, and you can't help but wonder what he's thinking. When you're all done you sit back next to him, sipping at what remains of your mug. Then, without a single word, Bob leans in and starts to kiss you.

You're so drunk that it takes a while for your mind to process that you should be kissing back. He's kissing me! He loves me just as much as I love him! OMG this is the best day ever!

You receive him with joy, tugging on his lip like it's the only time you'll ever be able to. Gradually, he gets more and more aggressive, forcing his tongue into your mouth and wrestling your own into submission. Without breaking the kiss, he pushes you down until you're laying on the couch with his magnificent body pressing you down, not even allowing you to move.

When you can feel every one of the eight inches he has rubbing into your leg, you know it's time for the next step. Breaking the kiss, you see Bob's cute face completely covered in your lipstick. You giggle and try to wipe it off as he fumbles unbuckling his pants. He flips you over and pulls down your panties, squeezing your soft cheeks with his rough hands, and even planting a few kisses down there. Admiringly, he traces a finger around your shaved anus, as if checking whether it's for real. Then it all stops.

"Be right back," He says, leaving you there on the couch, body aching for his touch. Oh no, did he get second thoughts? Maybe I wasn't being responsive enough? Now he'll, like, leave me forever!

When he comes back a minute later carrying a bottle of lube, you let out a sigh of relief. Honestly, with how drunk you both are its surprising that he thought about you like that, especially when the need for protection didn't even cross your own mind.

Your friend kneels down next to your face so he can kiss you again while reaching around to stick a finger in your rear. You moan into his mouth as your hips hump back into his hand, not getting enough. Soon its two fingers and then its three, and you feel ready to cum before anything's even started.

Then Bob breaks the kiss, causing you to give off a little whimper, and he sets up behind you, pulling his pants down. You moan in approval as he enters you, your whole body burning with intense desire. There is no pain this time. All you can feel is pleasure as your vacuous hole is filled.

As soon as your hips touch, Bob decides to not waste any more time and starts banging you like its his last chance. Faster and faster his hips slam into your ass, his dick spasming with need. You feel pretty close yourself, and its when he grabs you by the hair that you let loose into your dress, your little clit decorating the underside. All without touching yourself a single time. A minute later your buddy's groans get shorter and shorter until he unloads himself into your ass likewise.

He falls asleep before his head hits the couch, crushing you under his weight. You wait a few moments until his erection dies down before using the last of your strength to flip him onto his side. With a smile, you kiss his sleepy form, savoring what you can.

Deciding that you can't just leave him to fall asleep like this, you **** yourself up once more to find some blankets and pillows. As drunk as you are, you nearly fall off the stairs on your way down, and you angrily kick off your heels before you break your head.

Tucking Bob in, you slip in under the blankets and wrap your arms around him. With one last kiss, you fall asleep.