Stay quiet, and drink some for courage

I decide to go back out and see what happens, its one thing to perve on her, but to make an actual move on her could potentially be disastrous.

Back out in the dining area Doe is setting down the toasties on the table.

‘Would you like another drink, John?’ She asks, opening the fridge.

‘Sure Doe.’

‘What would you like?’

Looking into the open fridge past Doe, I see a shelf of beers, Figuring a little Dutch courage could never go astray I ask if I can have one of those.

‘Of course, you’re old enough now.’ Doe answers, handing me one.

We sit down at the table and start munching on the toasties. Once I finish my beer Doe happily fetches me another, and another after that so that when we finish our lunch I feel a tad light-headed. Getting up to take my plate I stumble just a little, but Doe see’s it and reacts.

‘Uh-oh, John, looks like between the sun and the **** you’re a little woozy, go and sit on the couch. You boys, always trying to prove something! You probably would have tried drinking every beer had I let you.

Wondering if I’m being played or not, I go sit myself down on Doe’s couch. ‘Really, Doe, I’m o.k, I just drank them a little too quickly because they’re so nice on a hot day like this.

‘You’re right, I might leave anymore weeding until the hot peak is over. Well, you’re still welcome to stay of course.’

‘Can I have another beer?’ I ask, feeling myself loosening up, my control slipping, but frankly not caring.

‘Really? Are you sure?’ She asks, but I notice that she’s already opening the fridge.

‘Yeah, good weather, good company, why not!?’ I jibe, the beers starting to settle on my mind.

‘Here you go.’ She smiles as she sits herself next to me on the couch, grabbing the remote.

As she flicks through the channels, I take her in, the **** in my body fuelling my lust. I want this woman so very much, the mounds on her chest, the way they rise and fall as she breathes driving me insane. I stare, and I think I see her seeing me stare out of the corner of her eye, but I don’t seem to care now. I take another sip of the chilled beer, then another.

I think I’m on my seventh beer when I fall asleep on her couch.