A Night Drinking with Melrose

It’s sad when boys can’t hold their liquor, isn’t it? It’s not quite as sad when I’m helping them along though. An old college friend of mine, Chris, was in town last weekend. Most of our college days were spent getting drunk and fooling around so no surprise when he suggested we go out for drinks. Poor thing didn’t know that this time he’d be the only one getting drunk.

I paced my drinks out during the night and when Chris started getting tipsy I suggested going back to my place. He agreed and with a stupid grin on his face he followed me to my car. On the way home he kept sliding his hand up my leg and telling me how much he missed me. Yeah right, he missed me so much he never bothered to keep in touch.  I smiled, told him I missed him too and that I couldn’t wait to get home so we could have some fun.

When we got to my place I led him into the kitchen telling him I wanted a drink. I pulled out a chair, sat him down and straddled him. I kissed and grinded against him, getting him all hot and bothered before getting up. I went to the fridge, got a beer and handed it to him. As he was drinking I went over to my purse and got out a pair of handcuffs I had stashed away earlier then went back over to him. I took the beer from him and placed it on the floor before sitting in his lap again. I grinded against him and showed him the cuffs. You should’ve seen the look on his face, he thought he’d hit the jackpot. I took his arms, placed them behind the chair and snapped the cuffs on. I picked up the beer and tipped the remainder of it into his mouth. I went to the fridge and grabbed a six pack. I took it over to him and knelt down. I unzipped his jeans, pulled out his rock hard dick and stroked it as he thrust his hips up. When I felt that he was about to cum I stopped and grabbed a beer. I cracked it open and pulled Chris’s head back. I slowly poured it down his throat then got another a beer. I continued doing this until he had drunk all six beers. I then took a step back so he could get a clear view of me before doing a slow striptease. I slipped my dress over my head and let it drop to the floor. I walked behind Chris and undid the cuffs.  I whispered in his ear that if he could catch me he could have me. I started making my way out of the kitchen before turning to watch Chris. He looked hilarious, dick bobbing in the air, pants half off his ass, stumbling forward. In his booze filled state he must’ve thought he was so sexy and that we’d have the best night of our lives. I laughed and watched him for a few minutes then made my way up to my bedroom. I called to him that I’d be waiting for him.

I found him the next morning slumped outside my bedroom door. Maybe I’ll give him another chance.