Why don't we keep getting drunker and see what happens

"Or, how about we keep getting drunker, and just see what happens?" You suggest. Tiffany gives a smirk. "Sure, if you're buying."

A few drinks later, you both move up to leave the bar. "You know, John. I am drunk." Tiffany says, matter of factly. "Obviously. So am i." Seemingly not having heard what you said, Tiffany keeps going "i don't think i can find my way to my hostel. And we have been spending aaaaaaaall day together. You helped me out with the barri... the barri... the coffee person. And you showed me around. And we went drinking. I like you. I trust you. And you are hooooot." She touches your arm, leaning in, pressing her bosom against you. "Why don't you take me home to your place? And you know, if you want to, we can fuck? Sound good?" Even in your drunken state, you are momentarily overwhelmed by Tiffany's directness.

You are not sure how, but about 20 minuits later, you bring Tiffany into your apartment. She had taken your jacket for wamrth, which she was now stripping off again, and her sundress followed suit, falling onto the kitchen floor.

You are simply stunned. "You know i have a roommate. What if she sees you?" The blond sex bomb standing in your common room just grins "Oh, someone knows you got to fuck this" she motions along her body "oh the humanity". You move in, and begin touching her, kissing her neck. You start pulling her into your bedroom. This is not the time for long make out sessions, and you are not sure if you and Tiffany know each other well enough for you to feel like kissing. Fucking, definetly. But not kissing.

Undressing is somewhat clumsy, as drunk as you both are. Tiffany pulls a bit to much as she takes your shirt off, and you need a second try to open her bra. Her tits are all you hoped they'd be. The perfect shape, texture, soft and firm at the same time. You start groping her, squeezing, her tits far too large to fit into your hands. Meanwhile, she kisses along your collarbone, her hands running along your back muscles, before slowly lowering yourself to your jeans, opening them and pulling them down along with your boxers. Stepping out of them is a challange all on its own in your drunk state, and you morn having to let go off Tiffany's tits. As you use your hands to step out of each leg of your pants individually, Tiffany lays down on your bed, taking off her panties. You move in, laying down on top of her. "Wait. I don't think i am ready yet." Tiffany stops you. So you sit back idly as she starts touching her clit. Even though she is clearly going for efficiancy and not enjyoment, trying to get as wet as quickly as possible, you start groping her tits again, and stroke your cock, both out of boredom, and out of fear of loosing your erection to the drunkenness. You consider aiding her, but she knows her body far better then you do, and in your current state, you'll probably far greater hinderence then aid.

"I'm ready, John. Go for it." Tiffany lies 1back, lifting her legs slightly at an angle, spreading them, and pushing her pussy upwards invitingly. You are too drunk to consider contraception, and just push in. Tiffany adjusts quickly, and you build up a good rythm. You keep stroking her neck, groping her chest and nibbling at her neck, biting down slightly. Tiffany has started moaning, urging you to keep going. "Ohhhhhh yes John, just like that, thats a goos spot." The alcohol has numbed your senses, making you unable to enjoy the sex as much as you would otherwise. But Tiffany is incredibly hot, and her pussy tight enough. Tiffany seems to be somewhat out of the situation, lost in her drunkenness and pleasure. You are not sure whether she could still tell you where your family is from or what your studies are. "Ohhhh, fuck, yeah, please don't stop, don't stop daddy. Yeah, keep fucking me, fuck that pussy." Her dirty talk is somewhat uninspired, and she called you "daddy". So far, the only other partner to have called you daddy was also american. Interesting. The fact that you even think so abstractly about the sex, even as you feel your orgasm aproaching, is something you make note off. Should you warn her you are about to cum? You should probably warn her. "Tiffany, i am about to cum. Where do you want it?" Tiffany doesn't seem disapointed that the sex is about to end without her having orgasmed, instead just moaning "Oh please daddy, cum inside me if you want to, breed me, make me usefull, please daddyy whatever you want." Well, that is certainly something. You do not want to become a father tonight, so you pull out, wanting to finish on those marvelous tits. You don't make it that far, finishing on her belly.

You come down from your orgasm, as she also recovers from the heights of pleasure.

"Oh, you made quite the mess on me." Tiffany giggles. You could have just finished inside me, i'm on the pill. Probably should have told you that. Can you get me a paper towel, or something." You don't have any paper tissues in your room, so you quickly pull up your boxers, and go into the common room, nearly tripping on Tiffany's sundress, which you don't even consider picking up, and grab some kitchen towels.

You lay down again on your bed, next to Tiffany, as she cleans herself. You feel guilty that she didn't get off as you did. Makes you feel like a selfish lower. "Want me to do something for you?" Tiffany smiles and shakes her head. "You did fine, John. I don't cum when i am this drunk. It's okay. I know you guys get your ego's bruised by stuff like that, so i usually just fake when i am drunk. But i don't know, i feel like you wouldn't have fallen for that." Honesty is a virtue." you reply. "I can go down on you tomorrow morning." you offer. "Sure, maybe, depends on how hungover i am. But John. It's okay. Don't worry. Let's just go to sleep." You turn the light off, and you and Tiffany lie next to each other. You don't cuddle, but you don't seek distance from each other either. Tiffany didn't put her panties back on. Your bedsheets are going to be a mess tomorrow. Well, they will anyway, you just fucked on them. Exhausted, you fall asleep.