7-9 You Do it But Marriah Still Takes Some Advantage

"Okay..." Marriah sighs. In a drunken daze your vision begins to fade. You feel the top of your dress being pulled down and your nipples getting hard as they're exposed to the cold air. The last thing you see before passing out is Marriah in bed next to you, her own panties pulled the side as she stares at you driving her fingers deep into her own pussy.

When you wake up the next afternoon your head is pounding and the previous night is a fog. You remember the bar, but only bits and pieces. Then the sight of Marriah staring at you and masturbating hits your brain. Must have been a dream you think to yourself. You look down and see one of your tits is hanging out of your dress and pull it back up. Wait, wasn't that part of the dream...

Forcing it from your mind you get up and head to the kitchen, your stomach growling. Marriah is already up and cooking some eggs. She's cleaned up from the previous night, wearing jeans and a white tank top. She greets with a friendly smile. "Morning sleepy head. There's coffee already made and food is on the way."

"Thanks." You mutter, staring at your friend. You just can't seem to shake the image of her bare pussy and her eyes on your body. "So what happened last night?" You ask, staring at her face, gauging her reaction. Immediately she turns bright red and pointedly stares down at the pan in front of her.

"Nothing." She chirps. "You got pretty hammered and I brought you home." She trails off with a nervous laugh.

You grin mischievously. "Weird, I don't remember anything from last night but I do remember this dream I had about you. You were groping me and masturabting." You sip your coffee watching as your friend turns brighter and brighter red, her body becoming rigid. "It was kind of hot. But I bet you wouldn't want to do something like that with me in real life."