You let it happen

You know you probably shouldn't be on a couch kissing a guy you just met, but your drunken mind can't seem to think of why, so you just stay there and let him kiss you.

You enjoy the kiss more than you thought you would, and you return it with ardor, while your hands run over his back. Through his shirt, you feel he is well-built but not exceedingly muscular.

Eventually you break the kiss. "How far do you want to take this?" he asks.

"As far as you want, hot stuff." you respond, slurring a bit due to the ****. "I'm soooo horny right now."

"All right then, why don't we get more comfortable?" he says, and takes off his shirt.

You run your hand over his toned chest and abs, feeling his muscles before going lower, where you feel his boner thorugh his pants, and then...

...and then in a moment of lucidity you suddenly realize what you are doing.

"What am I doing?" you think. "Am i going to let him fuck me, right here and now?" You realize you are still holding his dick through the pants. "Damn, it feels so big... I wonder if it would feel as good as Andy..." You don't react when he starts feeling your boobs through your dress. "Oh my God!" you realize. "I am seriously considering to let him fuck me! But... Should I?"

The pleasant buzz of the **** takes you over again, and that thought is the last thing you remember of that evening