039: My love
**Chapter 39**
“Hey, wanna hang out?” Sara asked, her speech already slurry—a clear sign she was drunk. Before I could get a word in, she added, “Wha’cha doing anyway?”
“Getting dressed. What are you doing?” I kept my tone careful. This was the first time I had ever seen Sara drunk. The last time we spent any real time together, we had stuck strictly to food punch.
“Just hangin’,” she said, then looked at me with a pleading expression. “Come hang out with me. We can get wasted.”
“Not sure if that’s such a good idea.”
Her face immediately darkened, turning sad. “Are you turning me down as well?”
Okay. Something had definitely happened. Whatever it was ran deep, but this wasn’t the moment to dig. She reached out, grabbed my hand, and started pulling me along. Even if there had been ten of her, she still wouldn’t have been able to move me against my will. I let her lead anyway. There was no point fighting it when she was this upset and this drunk in the middle of the day.
“What’s happening, Sara?” I asked as we walked.
“I’ll tell you, but first you gotta catch up.”
She headed straight for the kitchen, opened the liquor cabinet that was normally off-limits to us, and pulled out a bottle of vodka. No mixers, nothing else. She poured two shot glasses and shoved both into my hands.
“I’m not sure two shots in the early afternoon is such a good idea, Sara.”
She only waved me off, still slurring a little. “Then it’s even better that I’m already ahead. Come on, down them in one go. You gotta catch up with me.”
As curious as I was about whatever had set her off, keeping more alcohol out of her system was the smarter move. If she was determined to force drinks on me instead, I wasn’t going to argue. I knocked both shots back. The vodka was bitter, but it barely affected me. At my current stats, it was almost impossible to get drunk. I had tested that thoroughly back home.
While I drank, 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 left the kitchen, walking a little unsteadily but not enough to worry me yet. Whatever was going on with her was serious, and I intended to get to the bottom of it. For now, though, I did as she asked.
I went to the living room, turned on the big TV, and found a decent rom-com online. Romance wasn’t my favorite genre, but the comedy parts would make it bearable.
I had just settled on the couch when a door banged loudly upstairs. Before I could get up to check, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Sara skipped the living room and went back to the kitchen. A minute later she returned carrying two glasses—one orange, one purple.
She handed me the orange one and dropped onto the sofa beside me, spilling some of her own drink onto herself in the process. That was when I finally paid attention to what she was wearing.
A simple white T-shirt and yoga pants.
And when liquid hits white fabric, it becomes transparent. A good amount of her drink had soaked the front of her shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her left nipple was clearly visible through the wet material.
I forced myself not to stare and focused on my own glass instead. One sip told me everything I needed to know. The orange juice was basically just food coloring. The rest was pure vodka.
For me it was nothing. For her it was a problem.
“Quite strong, don’t you think?” I asked.
Sara took a small sip, winced for half a second, then looked at me. “Anything other than strong wouldn’t work.”
That bad, huh?
The movie started while we were talking, so we turned our attention to the screen. A few minutes in, Sara scooted closer and rested her head on my shoulder. I let her. A little while later she murmured, “You smell great.”
I wasn’t sure what she expected me to say, but conversation went both ways. “Thanks. You smell great too.”
“Thanks. I got this new body wash. It’s cherry-flavored.”
Her mood seemed to lighten a little. She wrapped her arms around me and snuggled in closer. I didn’t object. The position was sweet… and it also gave me a clear view of her transparent nipple without the risk of getting caught staring.
A few more minutes passed. Sara started sniffing me—literally burying her nose against my shirt and inhaling. I didn’t say anything because I had a bigger problem developing.
[Your lust level is responding to your desire]
[Skill ‘Restoration’ has been activated]
[All penile functions have been restored]
Fuck.
With Sara pressed against me, her scent filling my nose, and her soft breast pushing into my side, I was getting hard fast. Her arms, which had been wrapped around my waist, were slowly sliding lower.
Straight toward the tent forming in my jeans.
I went very still. I couldn’t tell if she was doing it on purpose or if she was simply too drunk to notice. Either way, there was nowhere to hide. Her wrist brushed against my half-hard cock, sending a jolt through me. Instead of pulling away, she kept the contact and began rubbing lightly, still pretending to watch the movie.
I had no clean way out of this. I took a long drink of the vodka, hoping it might dull the edge, and simply let her continue. A fat load of good it did.
I knew it was wrong. Then again, so was everything else I had already done—falling for my cousin, lusting after my aunt, stealing her panties twice and finishing in one of them, and the ongoing physical relationship with Sasha. Compared to all of that, this didn’t even rank second… but it was heading in that direction very fast.
With Sasha, lust had driven most of my actions. This was different. This wasn’t only lust. I wanted it. I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. I only wanted her to go further.
After a few minutes of light rubbing, the novelty started to fade. I needed more.
I looked down. Sara was already looking up at me. Her eyes were hazy and a little moist, like she had been crying earlier, but underneath the sadness I could see clear desire.
Before I could say anything, she leaned up and pressed her soft lips against mine.
She kissed me.
Something I had only ever imagined in the gentlest daydreams. For a second I didn’t know how to respond. Then the taste of her lips hit me—sweet, warm, perfect—and any hesitation disappeared.
I wanted more.
I kissed her back, carefully at first, then with growing certainty.
It felt like a dream coming true.
I only hoped I wasn’t actually dreaming.