My stomach twisted itself into knots thinking about what might come next. Porn sex Would he remember this? I sat there struggling with trying to get my arms out of the shirt. He straddles me and puts his muscular arms around my neck, gun still in hand. Just as I went for the button on my own jeans, I see his hands grab the bottom of my pants and he tugs harshly, effectively pulling them clean off of me. “You’re so damn cute when you’re buzzing, you know that don’t you,” he whispers into the chilled air. The garage is dimly lit. He stoops down and kisses me, this time attempting to use tongue. I sighed, trying to will away the sick feeling I had from the alcohol trying to answer my question. Desire, maybe. What usually would be a turn on wasn’t doing it for me at the moment. The walls are practically dancing from the music coming from the party that’s in full swing just beyond the locked door. He then pulls my purple boxer-briefs off and pulls me to my feet.
