Yes

You can’t help it.

You’ve always tried to see the good in people and until this game Andrew has never bothered you. In fact, considering the questions you’ve taken shots to, it’s no wonder he thought you’d be a different girl then you are.

With a sigh, you nod. “OK…” Honestly, being away from this table is a huge bonus.

Andrew smiles brightly and stands up with you, his hands staying firmly on your waist. “C’mon, let’s go outside and talk,” he suggests as he leads you towards the backyard.

You miss the way he looks over his shoulder at Mike.

Once you’re outside, you step away from him and wrap your arms around yourself. It’s gotten a bit chillier than earlier. Maybe you should have brought a jacket.

“I want to apologize.”

You turn to Andrew and give him a small smile. You just shrug. You’re still very uncomfortable with what happened.

He steps closer to you, but doesn’t invade your personal space. “From all the questions you were drinking to, I figured you were a lot more laid back about this stuff than you are.”

You give him a small smile. At least he’s apologizing to you. Maybe he isn’t so bad. “I get it,” you whisper. You shrug again. “None of that stuff was my choice though.”

Andrew froze before a look of concern flashes across his features. “Oh… geeze… I… are you OK?”

You nod. You’re starting to feel more relaxed and you realize you now have a very nice buzz going from the shots. “I’m OK.”

“You know…” Andrew steps forward again, this time he’s very close to you. “I can understand why guys do that to you…”

You blink in surprise. “What?”

“Jane,” he sighs, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You are gorgeous.”

The world is spinning now. Whether or not that was from the **** or his compliments you’re unsure, but neither of those are helping right now. “I am?”

“Yeah…” Andrew’s fingers grab your hair tie and slide it out of your hair. You wince as it pulls against your scalp, but it’s not an unpleasant feeling. Once your hair is free and flowing down around your shoulders, you feel Andrew running his fingers through it.

Your eyes slip closed at the feeling.

Suddenly you feel his lips on yours, a gentle kiss.

You gasp in surprise, but your head is swimming in pleasure and free of inhibition right now. You can’t think straight and it’s nice.

Your whole body feels warm as Andrew pulls you against him, his fingers still tangled in your hair. When his hand grips your locks and pulls back gently, you can’t help but gasp as your head tilts back, allowing his tongue to slide into your now open mouth.

His kiss gets hotter, deeper, more passionate.

You’re lost in the sensation.

His warm hand glides under the edges of your shirt and you can’t help but shiver at the stark contrast to the outside air.

It feels so good.

Andrew takes a few steps forward, making you stumble backward, until your back hits the wall next to the door.

You’re so wrapped up in the feeling of warmth surrounding you, your head swimming with **** (a feeling you’ve never felt before), and his lips against yours, that you don’t notice the hand under your shirt has gone all the way to your breast until he tweaks your nipple.

You gasp and moan into his mouth and moans against yours as well. His other hand disentangles from your hair and grabs your tiny wrists off his chest. He pulls away from you to press them over your head and against the wall, before plunging his tongue back down your throat.

Andrew presses his hips tighter against yours and the hand massaging your breast slips out from under your shirt, slides around your hip, down your thigh, causing tingles to shoot up your spine, before grabbing the back of your knee. He pulls it up, around his own hip, and slides his hand slowly up the length of your bare leg and under the skirt.

You can’t help but moan at this. You can now clearly feel his cock pressing against you.

Andrew pulls back slightly. “See what you do to me?” he asks breathlessly.

You can only pant in response.

His hand on your thigh goes to your ass and gives your cheek a good squeeze. You squeak in response.

He chuckles, obviously liking that reaction.

He leans down, his lips down by your ear. He licks and nips at your earlobe, but the part that turns you on the most is his warm breath in your ear. It’s overwhelming. With most of your senses currently dulled, you feel like he’s taking over all of them; touch, smell, vision, taste, and now sound.

Your whole body is now shaking with pleasure, want.

“You’re such a cock tease,” he whispers, nipping at your ear again.

You groan, instinctively trying to pull your hands down to wrap them around him, but he’s stronger than you and keeps them up. He starts lowering his lips, kissing, licking and nipping at your neck as he goes down. When he gets to the outline of your shirt’s collar, he licks along its length.

“Andrew…” you moan, your hips instinctively rocking against his. You can feel his dick twitch against you.

“Shut up,” he says, letting go of the ass cheek he had been kneading the whole time and grabbing the hem of your shirt. He pulls it up, over your breasts – watching with delight as they bounce free – and over your arms. He carelessly tosses it somewhere behind him.

Suddenly, you feel his tongue on one of your nipples, but when he moves to the other one, the one he’s abandoned now feels cold in the chilly air and hardens almost painfully. He switches back to the first one, causing the second one to harden just as painfully.

You whimper as he licks one breast and his hand mauls the other. The hand that had been holding your arms up is now under your skirt, his fingers slipping under the band of your underwear. He starts sliding them down.

“Andrew… wait…” you whimper. You can barely register what all is happening. It just all feels so good, but… you’re outside. And you’re drunk.

You cry out as he nips your tit.

“I said shut up, Jane” he repeats before continuing his task.

Once your underwear falls to your ankles, he grabs your knee and pulls it up around his hip again. Now you can feel his cock through the roughness of his denim jeans pressing into you.

In the back of your mind you wonder how he got you so wet. You’ve never felt this juicy before.

The rough mound grinds past your clit and your body instantly reacts. Your hips buck and you cry out in pleasure.

You’ve never felt anything like that before!

“God damn…” he mutters against your breasts. “I can’t take it anymore.”

You’re incredibly aware of his warm body stepping away from you, leaving you to shiver in the cool air, and really take in for the first time your current state. Your hair is a mess, your top is gone, leaving your shirtless for the entire world to see, and your underwear is gathered around one ankle. Not to mention you’re drunk.

This isn’t good.

“Andrew,” you breathe, trying to turn your attention to him. You have to concentrate to do so. “This is too much… We can’t…” The rest of your sentence is caught in your throat.

Not only is Andrew standing in front of you, staring at you like a piece of meat, but his pants are gathered on the floor behind him, and his cock is standing at attention.

Your eyes go wide.

You’ve never actually seen one before.

“It’s too big…” you whisper.

He laughs. “Trust me, Jane… that’s a good thing.”

In reality, Andrew was probably average size for a guy, but since this was your first time seeing one not flaccid in a science book, your sense of perception is skewed.

Andrew is pressed against you again, his tongue jammed down your throat. You can feel his cock press against your folds, sliding back and forth along the slit. You can’t help but moan and clutch at him, your arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders. The sensation is too much. You’ve felt something building for a while now, but you were unsure what it was.

You know now though, but you figure it out too late.

As he slides back and forth against you, you orgasm.

Your entire body spasms at the new sensation, your hips buck on their own and you can feel your painfully hard tits bounce with each jerk.