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Going to parties with Whitney was nothing unusual for you. He was obviously popular and you weren’t disliked either so when there was an opportunity to have some fun you simply took it. That’s the least you could do to unwind given the life you lived.
One time you might have over done it a little though…
Not that you were the only one.
It happened on a random Saturday night. The event you attended was a typical house party, although in some flat and not an actual house, not far from where Whitney lived.
You weren’t lightweight, but with the right amount of alcohol you could really get out of it, and that’s exactly what happened this time. Slowly you felt yourself lose your sense of reason, and unfortunately instead of stopping you indulged in it.
What better solution is there for a rough week after all.
Whitney on the other hand didn’t even drink that much, although that didn’t stop him from making a small mistake.
“Keep an eye on my drink, slut. I gotta take a piss.” He said, and without another word left you sitting on the countertop with his glass right next to you.
You heard him, and you tried to do what he asked of you. You even thought you did, but not too long after it turned out that you were too drunk to notice someone spiking his drink.
Things could only go so well with both of you in a state of complete lack of clear thinking. That’s why you quickly found yourself on the floor of an empty, but unfamiliar room, trying to undo your belt as Whitney’s drugged and bare ass laid before you in his barely conscious state. Or perhaps not conscious at all, you didn’t know.
Usually it was the other way around, you being sprawled on the floor rather than him. Whitney was a bit better at holding his liquor than you, so even if he was really drunk he still managed to “control” the situation.
The drug seemed to have a bit of a worse effect on him though…
As you saw him in this position you couldn’t help but feel horny. You weren’t the kind of person who wanted to do things with someone who was not able to resist, but the big amount of alcohol mixed with the thought of Whitney completely at your mercy made you push your usual morality to the back of your mind.
“Whitney, you’re so pretty like this…” You said, slurring your words as you finally took out your length. Then you pressed it against the other’s entrance, grabbing onto his hips. Having no lube around you used your spit instead, which you supposed should be better than nothing. Maybe it really was, but given the fact that you didn’t prepare Whitney at all made it doubtful. Despite that, with one not too hasty but also not too gentle motion you pushed yourself deep into him. The action earned you a whimper from Whitney, a sign that he was alive at least. Not that it was something you thought about in that moment as that sweet sound only made you lose your mind further. You kept on thrusting into him at a moderate pace as your moves were rather sluggish. Then you reached down for his cock and felt that it was just as hard as yours, precum starting to leak a little pitifully.
“..You’re…you’re enjoying this too, huh…” You said as you began to stroke him lightly, making him let out more moans at the newfound stimulation. As this continued you could feel yourself reaching your peak and so the movement of your hips started to get rougher as you searched for the sweet release. The sound of rugged breaths filled the room and with one final shove you finally came, leaking cum deep into Whitney’s bowels. You didn’t really know when, having been lost into your own pleasure, but the blond seemed to have come too, with a small pool of cum formed below him.
For a moment you didn’t pull out, and instead let your length stay in the warmth of the other’s body as you laid atop him.
“...Whitney…I Love you…” You mumbled in your drunken haze in between breaths, but of course did not receive a reply.
Then you slowly pulled out and with tired movements placed yourself to Whitney's side. His face looked like it was burning, covered in sweat just like the rest of his body, but he looked calm with his eyes closed as he remained unmoving aside from the now rhythmic rises and falls of his chest.
You could feel the exhaustion slowly taking you over so you pressed a kiss on his lips as you wrapped your arms around him before letting the sleep take you, having no mind to think about the consequences of this night that you will likely face the following day.