If Shannon is so drunk, how come you can make her do this?

You chant: “Z, Y, X, W, V, U, T, S, R, Q, P! Still think I’m drunk?” It’s a trick you perform at parties when anyone accuses you of being wasted.

“Okay,” Bob laughs nervously, “I guess you aren’t that drunk.” Sucker! You only have those letters memorized. You - Shannon - are pretty drunk, but this is a good drunk. It makes everything Shannon does feel good for you.

“Yeah, I guess not,” you tilt your - Shannon’s - head back, looking up at Bob while he holds you in his arms.

Bob leans down and kisses you - Shannon - deeply, squeezing her against him in the middle of his apartment. That light, hot, feeling in Shannon’s body returns. You feel a tingle down Shannon’s spine, and you realize that Bob’s cock is pressing against Shannon through his pants, making her even more needy.

You know what Shannon needs - she needs these annoying clothes out of the way so she can feel Bob directly. But he’s so hesitant! If only she was at your place instead of Bob's, you’d have Shannon naked the second she was through the door.

You can feel Shannon’s tits pressing against Bob through her bra. If it’s turning you on from inside Shannon it must be having some effect on him. But Bob keeps his hands on Shannon’s back, not even trying to touch somewhere more daring.

Fine, if Bob isn’t going to man up, you’ll take the lead. You touch Bob’s chest with Shannon’s hand, and her body rewards you with another thrill and a growing feeling of warmth from her pussy.

Bob takes your - Shannon’s hand from his chest and pulls his mouth away from hers.

“Shannon, you don’t think this is going too fast, or anything?”