Better than expected

With the evening progressing into night, you and Sami slowly get more and more drunk. With two wine bottles down, all that's left is a liquor bottle that you'll happily devour. The TV has been playing random shows all night, but it's just background entertainment, since the real show is to your right on the couch.

"But, that's not everything." Sami continues laughing, "The very last thing we saw him do that night at the party was to try to impress this one girl who was completely sober." She laughs even harder, remembering the fuzzy events that took place that night at a college party. "He walked up to her and convinced her he could do one of those running up a wall back flip things. She told him to do it and he...!" She laughs harder, using her hands to communicate even better what was happening. Almost finished with her story, you're watching her, chuckling with her. "He face planted right in front of her and knocked himself out!" She laughs once more, finishing her story. "He had to be dragged out of there by his friends." She brings her hands down onto your thigh, presumably accidentally. She looks at you and pulls her hand away almost as fast as she put it there. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." You almost miss her touch. "It's fine." You say with a reassuring smile. The conversation dies down as you both watch the TV for a bit, too drunk to skip to the next topic.

After a minute, she starts, "John." You look over at her, almost a hint of worry in your face, since her tone changed. "What do you think about me?" You shoot her a surprised look. "What do you mean 'What do I think about you'?" "I mean, we've been friends forever, since 10th grade. You've always looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. But you've never done anything past friends. You told me how much you liked me at the airport. It was such a surprise to me, especially at that moment. Like, what was I supposed to do? Drop everything and stay home?" Whoa, we're having this conversation now? I mean, she's drunk, and so am I but, you always thought you were friends. You thought girls liked to stay friends, relationships complicate things, you've even heard it straight from Sami's mouth.

"I... I didn't know you wanted to be anything past friends, Sami." She looks at you, directly staring into your eyes. "Why do you think I spent so much time with you? I mean, I'm fine with being just friends but I thought you wanted something more than that." You stare at her, daring to not break the intense stare you have. "I always wanted you Sami. I wanted to make you happy, I wanted for you to have what you wanted. But I thought that you were happy being friends."

Sami scoots closer. "I wanted you, John." You can smell the wine on her breath surprisingly, since it's also coating your mouth. You look into her eyes with complete surprise. Your heart beating faster. Is this really happening? Or is this just another dream? Are you going to wake up in your bed on Friday morning again? And then it happens...

Sami leans in fast, moving faster than you can react, especially since you've ingested more **** than you've had all month. She kisses you right on the lips, not afraid to make sure she forces her tongue into your mouth. You're taken by surprise, not sure what to do but let this drunk girl have her way with you, let her **** your mouth. You don't mind in the slightest, it's her initiative, what she wants. If she has what she wants, that makes you happy. Not only that, but it's also something you want, making this probably the best moment of your life.

She pulls back back after about 10 seconds, but what felt like forever. She looks almost surprised as you do. Her head slouches. "I... I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry." You look into her eyes, softly grasping her forearm. She looks up at you. "It's okay, Sami. That was, that was amazing." Her face lights up. "I almost want more but... I think it's a little late and we're both really drunk." She returns an understanding smile. "We should talk about this tomorrow, Sami. Let's go to bed." She nods, stands up and grabs her drink to bring it to the kitchen. You stand up with her. "Don't worry about that, I'll take care of those. Just go to sleep." She puts the glass down, looks at you and kisses you on the cheek. "Good night, John." She walks away, swaying her well-rounded ass, making a show for you.

After she's upstairs, you turn off the TV, and clean up all the drinks and put away the liquor. You stand in the kitchen, wondering if what happened really just happened. A big ass smile appears on your face after you're 80% sure that you're awake right now. You make your way upstairs, walking past the guest bedroom with the door cracked open.

Shortly walking by you're sure you almost heard some moaning, but that's usually the neighbors anyway. They're always so loud. You push open your bedroom door and close it behind you. You strip your clothes and crawl under your blankets in just your boxers.

Laying there, you remind yourself of what happened downstairs, not even 10 minutes ago. Definitely the best night of your life.