Get drunk at Kiera's

"Is it cool if I just hang out here?" you ask.

"Absolutely," your sister says. "We've got some booze so if you want to just get drunk with us we can have a nice little Thirsty Thursday to ourselves. Hey, Jordan, can you grab my rum from the cabinet?"

"No problem," Jordan says. When she gets up, you have to **** yourself not to stare at her ass in her yoga pants. You could swear she was bending over more than she had to to get out of her chair. She comes back soon with Kiera's rum and her own bottle of tequila, as well as three shot glasses. "Let's get DRUNK. Work sucked this week and I want to forget alllll about it." She's definitely looking at you when she says that.

"Behave, Jordan," your sister says. "She's only twenty."

"I didn't do anything!" Jordan says.

"Drinks!" Kiera announces, pouring a drink for herself. You agree, and start pouring the vodka she bought for you into the shot glass. Together, all three of you pound back a shot.

The night continues, and the drinks keep flowing. You do at least three more shots, and Kiera makes some sangria that the three of you drain in what feels like minutes. That pleasant warmth blossoms throughout your body, and you honestly feel a little thump between your legs, like a heartbeat. You try to ignore it.

The three of you start trading questions.

"When'd you realize you're gay?" you ask Jordan.

"It wasn't until first year of university," Jordan says. "In high school, I thought I just didn't like guys very much. I even had a few boyfriends, but the sex just felt terrible. I thought I was just one of those prude girls that didn't like sex." She smiles, looking kind of like the Chesire Cat. Her face has gone red from the drinks. "That is until I lived in a dorm, with lots of young guys and girls around. The guys just couldn't measure up, and the girls all wanted to 'experiment.'"

You all laugh, and Kiera slaps Jordan on the shoulder. "I'm sure you were happy to oblige them," she says.

"Yes I was," Jordan says, leaning back in her chair. "Have you been with another woman before, Kiera?"

"Once or twice," she says. "Maybe a few more times than that."

"Oooooooooooooou," Jordan coos. "Details!"

"I'm not giving details! I don't kiss and tell," your sister says.

It's a good night, but the thumping in your panties is only getting stronger.