Your conscience kicks in

As you keep on staring at Rachel, the duvet reaching halfway up her front and her top tugged up over her tits thanks to your efforts, a growing sense of unease starts to build inside you.

"Fuck it, you're supposed to be better than this," you silently chide yourself as you realise that what you're doing is, in essence, taking advantage of a beautiful, kind woman who is currently drunk and passed out.

The sense of mounting disappointment in yourself hits you even in your drunken state, the same drunken state that lowered your inhibitions to the point where you would do something like this in the first place, and you're left feeling less than impressed with yourself as you carefully reach in to pull Rachel's loose-fitting top back down again.

But then, suddenly, Rachel moans in her sleep and her hands suddenly grab hold of your wrists, making your heart skip a few beats as you consider the potential repercussions of her catching you like this. The thought of her somehow being turned on by it is suddenly far, far gone, and in its wake comes the possibility of her screaming at you and moving out first thing in the morning, never to see you again.

Of course, that's the best possible scenario, and for a moment you picture yourself having an interesting but extremely unpleasant conversation with an officer of the law about your penchant for molesting sleeping young women.

But Rachel's eyes remain closed, and she murmurs a dreamy "John..." as she starts pulling her hands downwards, away from the waistline of her bunched-up top, down towards her tits.

You remain silent, and are too stunned by what's happening to try to snake your wrists free of Rachel's grasp, with the end-result of your passivity being that your hands end up on Rachel's tits. You groan as you get a first feel of those big, round tits of hers, and of her stiff nipples poking against the palms of your hands. Now, you find yourself trying very hard to figure out how to handle the situation.

On the one hand, this is easily the most magnificent pair of tits that you've ever laid hands upon, and thanks to how Rachel is pulling and pushing your wrists, your hands are travelling up and down and all across those two full, perfect globes. But on the other hand, you can't quite enjoy yourself as much as you would like. Yes, you're drunk too, but not nearly as drunk as Rachel, and that has you feeling like you're taking advantage of her. Right now, waking her up and making her let go of your wrists is probably better than allowing this to go any further, and hopefully you're both too drunk to remember it in the morning. Though you doubt that you'll ever be able of forgetting the sight and feel of Rachel's breasts.

"John..." Rachel moans again, pulling hard on your wrists as you try another failed attempt to get them away from her grip without using enough **** to seriously risk waking her. Another groan flows past your lips, and your hardening cock is starting to throb inside your trousers as you feel her nipples slip between your fingers.

"Rachel?" you attempt, idiotically enough you're whispering to keep from waking her even while you're trying to wake her, and your brain screams at you to stop being such a drunken fool. At the same time, you end up beginning to caress Rachel's erect nipples between your fingers, and this causes her to moan happily and start shifting softly in her sleep.

"Rachel?" you try again, willing yourself into attempting a resolute and almost completely successful effort to stop from caressing her nipples any further. You're met by a murmured "Huh?" and Rachel's eyelids flutter, but she remains effectively asleep and her hands remain locked around your wrists.

What she does do, however, is to yank your wrists hard enough to pull you down on top of her, and you groan with surprise before she shuts you up by mashing her lips against yours.