Chris may be drunk but she sure knows what she wants.
Mark can still feel her kiss fresh on his lips as he pushes her off again.
"I don't think this is a good idea." He tells her.
"But I really fancy you." She insists, flopping down on the bed beside him.
He's not sure if she lay down on purpose or if she fell in a drunken slump. He only came in here to get a breath or fresh air! No good stepping outside, all the smokers are camped out on the doorstep. Yuck!
The music beat thumps through the walls, from the party downstairs.
Chris pulls him down and kisses him again.
He kisses her back. Her soft lips feel nice. Her long blonde hair sprawls beautifully across the pillow.
Mark sits up again.
"Come back!" She protests, with a laugh.
Its not that he doesn't fancy her, it's just that she is drunk! He's not exactly sober himself though. Looking down on her pretty face he smiles.
"You're drunk, baby." He tells her.
"Yeah, I know." Chris grins.
Then she pulls off her tight silver top, ripping it in the process.
"Oops!" She giggles.
She isn't wearing a bra.
He stares at her breasts, not sure if he should feel embarrassed about this. Chris is good mate. They've known each other for years, but it's never been romantic or intimate like this.
She pulls him in for a kiss again and pushes his hand onto her breast.
Mark fondles her, feeling her nipple react to his touch.
"How many drinks have you had?" He asks.
"Don't remember." She says.
That equals a lot, he rekons.
He kisses her, enjoying feeling her soft skin under his hand.
Chris is a fit girl. Her breasts are his favourite part, he's a tit man. He remembers dancing with her earlier. He didn't really have sexual feelings for her at the time, but she looks hot when she dances. She pressed against him too, probably thinking nothing of it.
She slips her tongue in his mouth.
He can feel her nipple is quite hard now and touches the other one.
"Mark." She says, sitting up. "Will you sit up against the headboard for me"
"Sure." He responds, getting into position. "Why?"
She kisses him, smiling and starts to unfasten his flies.
It dawns on him what she is doing, when she puts her head in his crotch.
He is a little bit hard already. When her lips make contact with his cock it feels divine.
Her warm, moist lips slide up and down his growing hard on and her tongue also touches him.
"Mmm!" He moans.
After a couple of minutes of this he feels really turned on and wants to fuck her, badly. They may be mates, but when she starts doing that it's clear she wants more. The booze may also have something to do with it, but he doesn't care right now.
"Chris, honey!" He gasps, putting a finger under her chin and tilting upwards.
She looks up at him, smiling.
"You are beautiful." Mark tells her and kisses her.
She sits up and wraps her arms round him.
Then he kisses her hard nipples, teasing them with his tongue.
This causes her to gasp and moan.
Chris lays back on the bed and spreads her legs.
"I want you, Mark." She tells him.
She has a short, tight skirt on and is not wearing any knickers.
He straddles her and she grabs hold of his hard cock, finding her entrance.
"What about a condom?" Mark says, feeling her moist warmth round the end of his cock.
"What about it?" She replies, bucking towards him.
There he was thinking all girls were into using condoms. She's either too drunk or too aroused to care. The hot warmth of her insides are too much to resist anyway.
Mark enters her and she is pretty wet.
"Mark!" She gasps with pleasure.
She's quite vocal about her enjoyment.
"Oh Chris!" He gasps, on the verge of an orgasm.
The second he feels the orgasm begin to pulsate through him, she passes out cold.
"Oh god!" Marks exclaims, gritting his teeth. "Chris?"
When he's finished he pulls out and lays beside her, trying to get his breath back.
This is not good. He thinks, looking at his unconcious friend.
He feels so tired now. He manages to turn her round so she is lying in bed properly and covers her up. Then he lays beside her on top of the covers and passes out himself.
He wakes up, feeling a terrible thumping in his head and feeling a bit sick.
Mark opens his eyes and tries to remember where he is, cause this is not his own bedroom. In fact he's not at home.
Sitting up he sees he is alone in the bedroom and the door is wide open.
What's he doing here again?
He goes downstairs and sees the reminants of a party. There are a few people passed out sleeping all over the house.
"Morning." Mumbles Lucas, in the process of pouring a cup of coffee.
"Do you mind if I have a cup of coffee, mate?" He asks, remembering this is Lucas' house.
"Sure, go for it." Lucas replies, stepping aside with his own cup.
"I feel like my heads been flattened by a steam roller!" Mark groans.
"Yeah, me too mate!" Lucas groans. "You got on really well with Chrissy last night then!"
"Huh?" Mark questions.
"You went upstairs with her, remember?"
"Not really." Mark frowns, trying to recall anything after drinking and dancing down here. "You seen her this morning?"
"No. She not upstairs?"
"Nah, she's gone mate! Woke up alone."
"That bad was it?" Smiles Lucas.
Mark can remember kissing Chris, but it's all a bit fuzzy.
He takes a sip of the burning hot cup of coffee he's just made himself.
"I hate hangovers!" Mark moans.
After finishing his cuppa, Mark heads home. While he's walking there he gets out his mobile and texts Chrissy. "Great party last night! Got the hangover from hell now. You okay?"
She sends no reply, which is unusual. She normally pings back straight away.
When he gets to his house the police are waiting for him.
He stares at the two uniformed police officers standing at his front door.
"Mark Bradley?" Questions one of the officers.
"Yes. What can I do for you?" He responds, fear biting at his insides.
"You're under arrest for the rape of Christine Michaels." The same officer says, getting out his handcuffs. "You do not have to say anything. But it may harm your defense if you do not mention, when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence. Do you understand?"
I could continue with this, but I said it would be a short story. So I won't.
