Sara

I finally figured out what was missing. Enjoy!

Chapter 39

"Hey, wanna hang out?" Sara asked, her speech slurry, a clear sign of her being drunk. Before I could ask anything, she asked, "Wha'cha doing anyway?"

"Getting dressed. What are you doing?" I asked, my tone slightly on guard. It was my first time seeing Sara drunk. It made sense since the last time I saw her, we were strictly on food punch.

"Just hanging," she said before she asked again, "Come hang out with me. We can get wasted."

"Not sure if that's such a good idea." I said, but Sara's expression darkened, or more like, it turned sad as she asked, "Are you turning me down as well?"

Okay, something definitely happened. Whatever it was, it was deep, but I didn't have the time to ask when she extended her hand and began to drag me. Even if there were ten of her, she wouldn't have been able to do that.

Still, I allowed her to because there was nothing I could do about her anyway. I mean, I obviously wasn't going to get an answer as to why she was upset and drunk, a deadly combination, in the middle of the day.

"What's happening, Sara?" I asked.

"I'll tell you, but first, you gotta catch up." She said as she arrived in the kitchen. She reached for the liquor cabinet, which was off limits to us, grabbed a bottle of vodka, nothing else, and prepared two shot glasses.

"I'm not sure two shots in the early afternoon is such a good idea, Sara," I tried to persuade her, but she handed me both of them while slurring a little, "Then it's even better I'm doing any. Come on, down them in one go. You gotta catch up with me."

As much as curious I was, it was a good idea to not let her drink any, so if she was forcing me to do so, I didn't argue in the least and downed both of the glasses. It was bitter, for sure, but it didn't affect me in the least. Momentarily bitterness, sure, but nothing else. At my stats, it was very difficult for me to get drunk. I experimented with that a lot back at home.

Anyway, while I was downing the two glasses, she said, "We're watching movies. Nothing else. Go pick us one while I fix us some drinks. I also gotta get out of these."

She pointed at her clothes and stormed out of the kitchen. Her walk was a little wobbly but nothing concerning. Whatever it was going on with her, it was something deep, and I was going to get to the bottom of it.

But for now, better do as she said. I arrived in the living room and turned on the giant TV, picking up a good movie online before I settled for some rom-com. Not my favorite genre, romance, but at least it had a splash of comedy so it'd make it bearable.

I must have only settled comfortably in the couch when I heard a door loudly bang upstairs, but before I could investigate, I heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs. But Sara didn't enter the living room but went to the kitchen and shortly afterwards, emerged with two glasses in her hands, one orange and one purple.

She handed me the orange glass and flopped on the sofa beside me, spilling some of her own juice on herself. As she did, my focus shifted to her attire because I hadn't noticed it out of my concern for her earlier.

A simple white T-shirt and a yoga pants. Now, what would happen if a liquid, no matter what kind, were to fall on a white fabric? It'll become transparent, won't it? I didn't know if it was her normal attire or not, but I noticed the absence of a bra, considering her chest could be seen due to the transparency.

Okay, I say chest, but it was actually her nipple. A good amount of drink had spilled on her, after all. The front of her chest, including her left nipple, was on clear display. With a great amount of effort, I tried not to stare and turned my focus on my own drink.

As soon as I took just one gulp, my throat burned a little. Nothing more than that, but it was enough to tell me what I was drinking. Pure vodka.

The orange juice was literally just there to change the color. The primary drink was vodka. For me, it wasn't a problem. For her, well, it was a big, big problem.

"Quite strong, don't you think?" I asked, but Sara nonchalantly replied as she took a small sip, her face contorted in discomfort, but it was brief, and she looked at me afterwards, "Anything other than strong wouldn't work."

That bad, huh?

The movie began while we had this small conversation, so we decided to turn our focus to it. A few minutes into the movie, Sara scooted closer to me and laid her head on my shoulder. I didn't do anything about it and let her be.

"You smell great." A few minutes into it, she said that. I didn't know what it was supposed to mean, but I guessed it was an attempt to strike a conversation, and conversations always went both ways, so I, with a slight cough, replied, "Thanks. You smell great, too."

"Thanks. I got this new body wash. It's cherry-flavored." Sara replied. Her positive reaction lightened the mood, and following that, she wrapped her arms around me, snuggling deep into my arms. I wasn't objecting because not only was it sweet, but it also gave me an unrestricted view of her transparent nipple without the risk of getting caught.

A few minutes more into the movie, and Sara began to sniff me. Like, literally sniff me. I didn't say anything to that because I had a more pressing matter to worry about.

[Your lust level is responding to your desire]

[Skill 'Resrtotaion' has been activated]

[All penile functions have been restored]

Fuck. With Sara so close to me and her body scent masking my senses, I was really turned on at the moment. Not to mention her erect nipple wasn't making things easier for me. To make matters even more worse for me, she was smashing the side of her left boob in my chest, letting me feel how soft it was.

But the matter of my doom didn't end there. Her arms, which were around me, were slowly and subtly moving downwards. Guess where?

Towards my fricking pitching tent.

I was nervous, very nervous. I didnt know if it was intentional or not, but Sara was heading towards my semi erect dick which was hardening with ecah passing moment. I had no way of covering that tent, and if she found it, there was nothing I'd be able to do about it.

I could only wish she was absorbed into the movie to not notice my boner, but those wishes were for naught when she finally arrived near my crotch, dangerously close to my boner that was now hard in my jeans.

She finally got close enough to accidentally poke my dick that sent a current of excitement throguh my entire being. However, imagine my surprise when she, still appearing to be absorbed into the movie, began to run her wrist on my boner.

Was she so drunk that she couldn't realize what she was doing? Or was it intentional? I didn't know. I didn't know anything. Either way, with no other option at my disposal, I took a big gulp of my drink, hoping to get drunk and ride this moment past me. In the end, I just let her do what she was doing.

Obviously, I knew it was wrong. But so was loving your cousin, having a crush on your aunt, stealing her panties twice, nutting in one of them, and most important of all, having a physical relationship with my sixteen-year-old cousin.

So as far as something wrong was concerned, this didn't touch even the second spot, but it was heaidng there. Stealing my aunt's panties or nutting in them wasn't that bad. However, this… this was different.

Unlike Sasha's case, where my lust made me do things, this case was different. It wasn't just my lust. I wanted this. I couldn't bring myself to stop this. I only wanted more. I wanted her to go further.

After a few minutes of rubbing, the thrill was dimming down. I wanted more. 

I looked down, down at Sara, and to my surprise, she was looking at me as well. Her eyes were hazy, a little moist as if she was crying over something. Sad about something.

However, more than that, I spotted desire. Way beyond that vulnerability, there was something calling to me. Something deep.

But, before I could respond to that calling, Sara reached up and planted her soft lips on mine.

She kissed me.

Something I had only imagined, in a sweet way.

I didn't know what to do. I wasn't really sure of it.

But one thing was for sure.

The taste of those lips was heavenly.

I wanted more.

So, I pushed, as lightly as I could, and responded to her kiss.

It was like my dream had come true.

I just hoped I wasn't really dreaming.