Go for Caoimhe

"Well, there is this one girl I've had an eye on all night that's sexy as hell. Is it cool if I walk over and introduce myself, and then try to get in her panties?"

"Go for it," Caoimhe says, trying to act indifferent.

You hop to your feet, as Beth and Katie both groan in disappointment. You saunter over to Caoimhe, grabbing her and twisting her around so she's on top of you.

"Hi, I'm Jack O'Leary. I've been staring at you all night and I was wondering if you're free to talk."

Caoimhe grins from ear to ear, clearly pleased with your choice. She quickly pulls a face, trying to act like she doesn't know you and slightly pulling a deeper voice.

"Oh, well hello there, Mr O'Leary," she smiles. "Was talking all you had planned for the night?"

"If I told you what I had planned for the night, you'd blush so hard every drop of blood in your body would rush to your face.

Caoimhe smiles, gently running her hands down your leg.

"And tell me, where's all your blood rushing?"

"Good response," you smile. "My wit's rubbing off on you."

"Is there anything else you want to rub off me?" Caoimhe responds.

"Skip the wit and kiss me, would you?" you smile.

You lean in, pressing your lips against her lips. Your tongue enters her mouth as hers swirls around in yours. You reach a hand up her blouse, gently rubbing her a circle around her stomach. You reach up, feeling the outline of her bra, the firm material of her cups. You reach up, squeezing through them as Caoimhe gasps, her warm breath entering your mouth as your tongues continue to swirl.

"Well this is shit," Beth says. "I didn't get anything out of this."

Caoimhe pulls back for a brief second, looking over at her friends.

"Can you stop staring?" she says, blushing.

"Or join in," you say in a falsetto voice, before looking around. "Who said that?"

"Stop it, all of you," Caoimhe says. "No four ways, no watching, no anything."

"I feel we could solve this easily by you two turning lesbian on each other. Ideally, right now," you say.

"Ew, that's gross!" Katie says.

"I think I'd physically break her," Beth says.

"Stop trying to convert my friends to lesbianism," Caoimhe smiles.

"What?" you ask in mock confusion. "All those pray the gay away camps are cutting down LGBT numbers, I need to get them back up."

"We're going to leave for a bit," Katie says. "Come on, Beth."

Beth and Katie head off together, leaving you and Caoimhe alone.

"Shall we continue? Or do you want to head to the private rooms?" you say suggestively.

"I don't want to have my first time in a room surrounded by other sweaty couples fucking in beds," Caoimhe says. "Let's just keep to this."

"Ugh, even drunk you're too responsible," you complain, before pressing your lips against hers.

You continue making out with her, reaching your hand up her blouse again. You squeeze her bra again, feeling the mound of flesh underneath her firm cup. Feeling, adventurous, you reach your hand down, rubbing the soft flesh of the leg. You reach up slowly, your hand massaging your way up until your rubbing her fleshy inner thigh. Caoimhe doesn't say anything, simply wrapping her arms tighter around your neck. You keep reaching further up, until you gently brush the back of your fingers against her panties. You rub her other thigh for a few seconds, before dragging your hand back across her panties, this time resting it just where her pussy lies underneath. Twisting your hand around, you press your fingertips slightly through the soft fabric, feeling the outline of her pussy underneath.

"Oh," Caoimhe moans, shivering.

You gently begin to rub and knead her sweet snatch, just about feeling her small clit through the material. You focus your attention on that, pressing your thumb against it as you continue to rub her pussy. You quicken your pace, as you feel the cotton material of her panties begin to become damp with her excitement. Suddenly, Caoimhe begins to shudder, letting out a long, suppressed moan as she pulls back from your mouth, pressing her head into the crook of your neck. She shudders for a moment, before calming, stretching out and relaxing as she releases her grip on you. She looks at you, her flushed, beetroot-red face a twisted mixture of embarrassment, confusion and excitement.

"How'd you find that?" you ask.

"It was really good. Thanks," she says.

"Don't mention it," you smile. "Want a round two?"

"I think we'll just cuddle a bit," she says. "If that's OK with you."

"Of course," you say, wrapping her up in your arms.

Eventually, far later in the night, the drink's effect has worn off a fair bit, and you and Caoimhe are left lying in the bunk. You lie there, cuddling Caoimhe in your arms as she smiles sweetly at you.

"So, did I make the right choice?" you ask softly.

"You'll find out later," Caoimhe whispers, gently kissing your neck.

With that, Caoimhe lets out a loud, gagging burp-like noise. You laugh loudly as Caoimhe pauses, looking at you with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment.

"Sorry," she says.

"It's fine," you grin.

"Jesus, we drank too much," Caoimhe says. "Well, I did, at least."

"Let's get some punch. I don't think that's too alcoholic, and I need to wash this taste out of my mouth."

"Your mouth did taste a lot of vomit," Caoimhe smiles. "By the way, thanks for picking me over Beth and Katie. I really appreciate it."

"I'd pick you any day of the week," you say, kissing Caoimhe gently on the lips. "Unless any of the actors who played Sherlock Holmes every asks me out, in which case I'm dumping you instantly."

Caoimhe raises an eyebrow, as you laugh.

"What?" you say, in mock outrage. "I can't choose who I love! Iron Man, Sick Boy or Alan Turing, I'd make soft, sensual love to them all!"

"Let's go get punch, before I punch you," Caoimhe says, standing and helping you up.

"Oof, puns, that's where we're going? And you were so witty earlier. Let's go before you embarrass yourself further."

"Asshole," Caoimhe says. "I don't even know why I like you so much."

"But you do, and that's all I need," you grin, leading her out of the room.