Flustered and confused

Realising that Sarah had a penis under her skirt scared me. I had been attracted to her and perhaps I still was, but knowing that I had had too much to drink already, I chose to back off. I didn't want to cause any hurt to Sarah, so I danced out the last song. I could feel her hardness against me all the while. I backed up from her, she gave me a shy smile. I walked back to the kitchen, perhaps a little more **** would do the trick...I looked at the tequila bottle, there was much more gone than I had thought, but still I grabbed it and took a mighty swig. The warmth of the **** flooded through me and I found my vision going blurry. I returned to the living room, Sarah was slowly swaying to the music. She looked me up and down and as I entered the room my head swam. I took what I thought was a casual sit on the sofa, but what in fact was an almost swoon.

Sarah rushed over to me and helped me up onto the sofa. I had drunk too much and could barely keep myself awake. She seemed concerned and as she spoke to me, only bits came through though as I fought to stay awake.

"Too much...maybe bedroom?...too heavy...more relaxed...trousers off." Then I was out.