A few too many

Lauren was right about the club "knowing" her, as the minute she walked in to it with you, she used her tight body, covered by a tight pair of blue jeans and a loose-fitting pink shirt, to get her fair share of drinks.

"I think you should quit while you're ahead Lauren," you tell her, noticing the way she was no longer able to hold her liquor after a certain point.

"I'm okay John," she tells you, holding onto your arm as the room started to spin for her, "I'm not sure, but I might be drunk."

"Hey it happens to everyone Lauren," you tell her, your dick starting to grow in your pants at the thought of plowing the virginal fields of Lauren's tight pussy later as you tried to put those thoughts out of your head.

But when Lauren accidentally (at least you think it was accidentally) brushed her hand over your bulge, you really couldn't resist anymore, especially when Lauren smiled and giggled in your ear.

"Did I do that John?" she whispered as your hands went between her legs, Lauren moaning softly as you brushed the inside of her thigh, "come on, let's go back to my room. I think your little friend likes me."