She gets drunk

"I think that last one might've been one too many John," Kaley tells you as she downs it, then tries to get up, only to fall in your lap, landing on your growing erection, much to your horror.

"Kaley, I'm sorry, it has a mind of it's own-" you start to tell her, hoping your boner hasn't killed any chance you might have had to stick it in Kaley later that night.

"I think it's cute when boys can't control their...emotions..." she whispers in your ear, licking it a little bit as her hand wanders between your legs.

You were going to unzip her jeans and start to play with her pussy when she stopped you.

"Let's not do this here," she drunkenly whispered as you began to rub her pussy, Kaley resisting the urge herself to fondle your balls, "no reason to cause a scene, baby. But since we both know what we want right now, let's get out of here."

"You're place or mine Kaley?" you ask her, Kaley squeezing her thighs together so you can't get to her pussy.

"I don't care where we go John," she whispers in your ear, "but if you want to get in my pussy tonight, we need to get out of here."