One Drunken Mishap ✔️

7: Girl's night out

All week, I had time to spend with Kami. If there was one thing I was good at, it was being a mom. When she was home, the house felt a little less lonely. Her giggles filled the house and warmed my heart.

When she wasn't here, I was lost. I know Ben is crazy about her. We all are, but I miss her terribly when she wasn't here.

Friday arrived, and Ben picked her up from school. It gave me time to go home and get ready. The only problem was I didn't have the right clothes for an adult night out. Here come the girls to the rescue.  They made sure I had something to wear.

Mel brought a form-fitting red dress. I wasn't used to wearing dresses like this. It hugged every curve in all the right places. I also straightened my hair, which is usually wavy. I added some makeup, and I was all set.

I walked out of my room, and they all stared at me.

"What?" I started checking myself out.

"Dang, girl, you are h.o.t," Kara said to me.

"We're going to have to beat the boys off with a stick," Tara said to them.

"Mmm," Kara and Mel said in unison.

"We better get going," Mel said to us. With that, we left for this club. My nerves were really on edge. Maybe because I'm stepping out of my comfort zone. I just had a weird feeling about tonight.

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We arrived at the club, and there was already a line. We got in line and waited. I was nervous. I kept fidgeting. I never dress like this or go out to a place like this. I kept feeling like everyone was staring.

The line moved swiftly, and when we got to the door, Mel talked to the bouncer, who nodded with a smile. They seemed to know each other.

He let us through, and I looked at her, "You know him?"

"He works out at Brent's gym. He's the one who suggested we check out the place."

"Oh."

She looked at me and rolled her eyes, "Lina, Brent would break him into two if he even thought that dude was thinking inappropriate things. Only Brent can think inappropriate things and do unholy things to this body." She gave me a wink, and I couldn't help but laugh.

We found a seat and sat down. A waiter came over and took our drink order. I had no idea what to order, so they ordered something for me. They kept it simple and ordered me a jack and coke. I had no idea what it was, but it sounded beautiful.

He left, and we talked. He returned shortly with our drinks, and I took a sip. It wasn't bad—a little stiff, but not horrible. I drank while they talked. Before I knew it, I had finished it, so I ordered another.

By the time I finished the second one, I felt pretty good. My nerves had disappeared, and we decided to hit the dance floor.

Some guys started dancing with us. I turned to see one with short hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and muscles that his buttoned-up shirt hugged. He seemed hot, but that could be the alcohol talking. We danced for a while, and I started to have fun.

After a while, we took a break, ordered another drink, and shot. I finished the drink and took a couple of shots. At this point, I felt bold and returned to the dance floor.

I found the same guy and started dancing with him. He seemed nice enough.

"Damn, look at her go," Mel said to them at the table.

"It's about time she had some fun," Kara suggested.

"Let's make sure she's okay. Lina doesn't usually drink, and she was drinking a lot," Tara told them.

The guy and I were dancing so hard that he was behind me with his hand on my waist, and we were moving to the music. Wow, I forgot how having someone's hands on you felt. His grip was firm but not forceful. It was hot.

What possessed me to do what I did next was beyond me. I turned around and pulled the guy into a kiss. Our lips moved in sync, and I could feel my body heat up. I was never like this, being this forward, but I developed a new boldness with the drinks.

My friends checked on me, and I assured them I was okay. I was with my new friend. They also decided they wanted to leave, but I wanted to stay. The guy dancing with me assured them he would ensure I got home.

They threatened him; I laughed. It was all good.

At some point, we did leave after they did, but crazy me decided to suggest going back to his place. As I said, I had no idea what came over me.

We returned to his place, and I was staggering just a bit. Okay, that's a lie. I staggered a lot. He offered to make me some coffee. I, on the other hand, had other ideas. I know I just met this guy, but with the alcohol and lack of male touch, I wanted to have some fun. He looked like the perfect candidate. I mean, what would one-night hurt?

As soon as he opened the door, I pounced. He tried to stop me, but I told him to shut up and kiss me. He didn't hesitate and kissed me back. We got inside, and he shut the door.

Things got heated quickly as I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He held onto me, never breaking the kiss. He carried me to the bedroom, and we tore at each other's clothes.

At that moment, any rational thought flew out the window. I know it had been long since I had been this close to a guy. My body ached, and I was ready. So was he, considering it was on as soon as we lost our clothes.

I felt him enter me and let out a groan. As he thrust, I got lost in the euphoric pleasure I was feeling, and things got wild. It had been a while, and I didn't care. I was enjoying the moment. This guy knew what he was doing with every thrust and every kiss. His touch alone sent my body into overdrive.

I screamed out as I released, as did he. Holy shit! That was truly amazing.  I couldn't believe how long it had been since I had sex, and I forgot how fun it was.  I might as well make the best of it. I doubt I would ever see this guy again. It would be just a one-time thing.  Right?

We went again, this time with him flipping me onto my stomach and pulling up my hips. He lined himself up and pushed in, causing me to let out a moan. Then, he started moving slowly until he picked up the pace.  Please tell me why it's been so long.  This experience was truly amazing. I would have to say this was way better than when I was with Ben.

Don't get me wrong, Ben was okay, but this guy knew what he was doing.  With every thrust, he hit my sweet spot, turning me into a blithering mess.  He was rough, but not to the point it hurt. I liked it.

I bucked my hips as I felt another release happen to cause him to release as well.

We were nowhere finished as we changed positions and kept going.  After about the fifth time, we finally both collapsed, and the drinks eventually hit me, causing me to pass out.

Here's the thing about alcohol: it makes you bold, and you lose all inhibitions. It also makes you do foolish things like go home with a random guy you don't even know and have fantastic sex.

Usually, I'm the type to think things through thoroughly, but not tonight. When I woke up in the morning, I had a feeling it wouldn't be great. Let's hope I have no regrets.