The Drunken Night (2)

As we walked up the stairs, I could see Jaime raising his thumb as a sign of approval and good luck as he started to hurl. I knew drinking was a bad idea.

We went upstairs and then went through several rooms until we reached one with a giant red bed.

“You plan to abuse me,” I said as I approached her. She stopped me with her hands.

Instead, she grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts, then turned around so that I’d help her remove her bra.

I put my hands on her hips. At the moment of the touch, she was a little startled, but I did not.

I stopped, slowly I went up until I reached the bra to which I commented, “We know nothing about each other,”

To which she continued, “But here we are, about to have an unforgettable night.” The bra fell to the floor, and then her eyes looked at me as she unbuckled the belt at her hips.

In front of me, I couldn’t help the desire to kiss her, but sh