Blurry memories

This is ridiculous. Very ridiculous.

My breath hitched the moment his lips brushed against my neck softly. My lips parted slightly, gasping for air. My eyes were sealed shut, and my cheeks were burning red.

My mind was still hazy due to the multiple cans of beer I had drunk. Each of his touches against my hot skin felt soft in a teasing manner.

"It's not fair that only you get to touch me. I want to touch you too. Let me, please.", his drunken words caused my mind to be swarmed with dirty thoughts of what could happen if I just let him be.

His fingers were playing at the brim of my shirt as if they were ready to slip under my shirt at any moment. I bit my lower lip in return, I could barely hold myself back.

I didn't want to regret anything the moment I got back into my senses.

"W- we can't.", I breathed out. He buried his head into the crook of my neck. He looked up into my eyes. There was a pout tugging on his lips as he spoke, "Why...? I want you.."

It was obvious that he was drunk just by listening to his sultry tone and looking at his flustered cheeks. I gazed down at his swollen lips and swallowed hard.

The alcohol was getting to me, I could barely stay up. His touch was the only thing keeping me away from blacking out. With the remaining energy I had, my lips covered his and we kissed, going hard and fast, eating each other alive before I lost my consciousness completely.

I can't believe, out of all men, he was my first. A guy who I used to dislike, a rival I look up to and hate.