They make it into Rachel's house.

He and Rachel enter the house. He feels a little nervous because he will finally get the chance to explore Rachel's cute little body. His cock grows hard in his pants as he think about examining the spunky redhead's tight pussy. He imagines the texture, the look, the feel, but soon his little daydream comes to a sudden end, as Rachel interrupts him. "Would you like a drink?" She questions him.

"Sure, why not,” John replies, acknowledging that he would like a cool beverage. He sits on her comfortable beige sofa, as Rachel quickly hops into the kitchen. His cock is as hard as a rock. He hopes that he'll get his turn to examine her when she gets back. A moment later, he spots her returning with two drinks in her hands. She carefully walks towards he and sits directly beside he.

"Here you go," Rachel chimes to him delightfully, as she hands he the liquid-filled cup. He stares into her beautiful green eyes and she giggles. The expression on her face is a little mischievous for some reason. He begins to gulp down the beverage, and as quick as it goes down, it comes back up. The drink sprays out his mouth as the horrible flavor floods his taste buds. He glances over at Rachel with a disgusted look on his face. She's holding her stomach, laughing as hard as can be.

"What the heck is that stuff?" He blurt out curiously. Rachel doesn't answer immediately, as she is still killing herself with laughter. "It's vodka and orange juice," she replies after calming down slightly. She then bursts into laughter once again, with tears rolling down her rosy cheeks.

"That's not funny,” John replies with a sour look on his face. He glance over at Rachel, and she's chugging down the contents of her cup like there's no tomorrow. He follow suit, as he plug his nose, and chug as well. He gags a little, but he manages to finish the grotesque drink. Now that he think of his situation, it's better than ever. Rachel is now drunk, so he have the chance of doing more than petting for the sake of the project.