Let's head home, it's more relaxed

Sarah thought about it for a moment, "I really like the idea of going to a bar. But we have time for that on another day. I think it would be nice to relax at your place. It feels really comfortable. Plus if you get really drunk tonight, which you should! I wont know how to get us home."

"Alright, that sounds like a solid plan." We headed back to my place. We stopped off at a shop on the way and picked up some mixers to go with the spirits we had at home, as well as some beers. Frankly, it was more **** than either of us were likely to actually drink.

When we got back to the flat, it was excessively warm. I tried to work with the air conditioning. It seems that it had not been working properly while we were out and the flat had really heated up with the direct sunlight cast through the windows. As I worked, Sarah fixed us some drinks. She had put together some margaritas. "I have always wanted to make these, but mum and dad didn't want it at home. She moved about the kitchen, while I frustratingly couldn't make the air conditioner work. She joined me in the living room and handed me the drink. I turned to receive it and we clinked glasses and cheered. She knocked back her drink and I took a couple of heavy drinks. It was strong, very strong. She asked, "How is it? It's my first time mixing drinks. It isn't too strong is it?" I shook my head. It was too strong, but I didn't have the heart to tell her. "No, it's really good." She pushed the bottom of the glass up towards my lips encouraging me to finish up. I obliged and gulped down the rest of the very strong drink.

I slurred a little as I spoke. "This damn air con, I can't make it work." Sarah looked at it once, twice..."Yeah, I have no idea how that works." I offered an alternative. "We could still go out." Sarah didn't seem too impressed with that. "No, we can just work with what we have. You go open up all the windows and I will change into something more appropriate for this weather." She left for her room. I set about doing what she suggested and opened up all of the windows in the flat. A breeze began to flow, but the flat was still hot in the direct sun light. I took some cold beer out of the fridge. I did not really feel like anything so strong right now, I could already feel the dizziness of being somewhat drunk, but I didn't want to stop either.

Sarah returned to the living room. She was wearing only a bikini. The top did very little to contain her ample breasts, which were almost overflowing from their cups and her small panties covered her sex and barely contained her beautiful ass. It did not look exactly comfortable, but sexy as hell and I can presume that it did in fact keep her cooler. She lightly stepped into the room, fully aware of the impact her body must have been having on me. There was no hiding the obvious tent she was encouraging in my pants. She took a long look at it, before pretending she hadn't seen anything. She pouted, hands on hips. "Aren't you going to drink with me?" I looked down at my beer and back up to her. "I am drinking, it's alcoholic." She laughed and bounced into the kitchen. He ass swayed as she went.

Shortly later she came back with another margarita. "Don't worry this has less **** in it." She handed me the drink, which I swapped out for my beer. I took a sip, she was right, much better. She sat down beside me, her young body settling, but as she did, she seemed quite uncomfortable. She needed to move around somewhat before she found a comfortable position. "Aren't you going to be hot like that, maybe you should take off your top." She motioned for me to take off my top. I was getting hot under the collar and I don't think it was just the weather. So I did as she suggested, I removed my top.