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"Look, Rachel, if you want me to leave..." You say, doing your best to thread carefully as you figure that you've already pressed your luck. And then there's the fact that you don't know exactly how drunk Rachel is, which means that both the moral and the smart thing to do is to simply leave.

"I didn't say that," Rachel replies, and she's sporting an expression that you have a hard time deciphering in the dim light of her bedroom.

"So, you want me to stay?" You ask, and Rachel responds by slowly nodding her head at you, after which her teeth digs into her bottom lip and she eyes you nervously.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't know, but you had quite a bit to drink..." you begin.

"I'm not THAT drunk, John," Rachel cuts you off. Great, so now you've not only acted like a creep, but you've managed to annoy her too. Good job, Casanova.

"Sorry," you offer her, and are encouraged by the way in which Rachel giggles at your apology and your embarrassed grin.

"It was nice of you to ask," Rachel smiles at you, before squirming about underneath in a way that makes you notice just how strenuously her full, round tits are encased inside her top.

"I'm usually very nice," you inform her, as you fail to resist the temptation of moving one of your hands back onto her tits, which you do while sliding off of her to lie beside her in her bed.

"Ohhhh?" Rachel begins her response by moaning hard, "Sure you are, when you're not spying on girls in their sleep," Rachel grins mischievously at you after delivering that line, then releases another soft moan as you run your hand over her right tit, caressing it through her top.

"I've actually never done that before," You tell her, truthfully.

Instead of saying anything back, Rachel gasps and arcs her back as your fingers find her nipple, thrusting her magnificent chest up into the air as your digits circle around the stiff little bud that's poking against the flimsy fabric of her top.

You're not saying anything either as you admire how Rachel's face is twisted into a lustful grimace as you continue to tease her nipple, her mouth opened and formed into a circle to let long exhales of air flow from it as she starts to writhe softly underneath your touch.

Then, suddenly, Rachel reaches up and places her hands on your neck, pulling you back down and having her lips connect with yours. Your tongues meet, and you're soon grinding against her while she rolls over onto her side and starts to mirror your jerky but rhythmic movement even while the lower half of her body is still hidden underneath the duvet, her left hand stroking your side while your left one is pinned underneath the side of her right breast and your right compensates for this by going to town on her left tit, cupping and stroking and fondling it in a way that makes her groan and whimper into your mouth.

By the time that Rachel breaks off the kiss and rolls onto her back once more, your cock is throbbing and is so hard that it's almost painful to have it still trapped inside your pants.

Your arousal isn't exactly lessened when Rachel tugs her top back up to reveal her tits once more, and you eye those big, juicy boobs of hers for as long as it takes you to lean in and start shower her chest with kisses, starting at the top of her cleavage before making your way down along the inside curvature of her left knocker. As you do this, the sound of Rachel taking slow, deep breaths is about the only thing that you hear, and it comes as she starts gently stroking the back of your head, threading her slender fingers through your hair while you shower her boobs with soft, wet kisses.