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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 27, 2009 21:16:08 GMT -8
Travis would feel Sara come in closer, cuddling against him while he rested his head back against the top of the couch. At least he was starting to feel a bit more comfortable. He wondered if she was scared of him or something, because she seemed like she wasn't sure she wanted to be right next to him or something like that. Maybe he was just getting the wrong feeling though. His arm would snake around the girl's shoulder, and his hand would drop against her upper arm. His head leaning against hers slightly as she rested against his shoulder.
"I think I can get use to this.."
Travis was of course referring to being here with Sara. He was enjoying his time so far, even though there had already been a really embarrassing moment already. He would just have to ignore it, as he was sure she seemed to be doing. Though maybe the reason she was acting so timid was because of what happened. Ah well, she's loosen up with time. He just needed to give her more of a chance to do so. Lifting his glass to his lips once again, he'd tilt and nearly finish it off. A small smirk forming on his face as he finally started to feel the effects of the alcohol kick in.
"Sorry I came to you in such a bad mood."
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 27, 2009 21:55:49 GMT -8
Sara breathed a sigh of relief when he responded to her cuddling by slipping an arm around her. She wanted to shiver at the feeling of his hands resting against her, one on her arm, one on her hand. It made her feel safe, and protected. She liked him being here. She was kind of surprised at how much she really wanted him to stay. This made her... really happy.
"I think I can get use to this.."
She paused for a moment, running his statement through her head, and then smiled. The tilted her head up and back to look at him, a smile on her face. He was smirking again. She loved that stupid smirk he always got. He looked comfortable. That was really good, because she wanted him to be comfortable here with her. She wanted him to know that he could use her place as a place to escape. She'd be more then happy to try to make him feel better.
Her thoughts traveled again to why he had come here. She was really curious as to what exactly had happened to make him leave home. It must have been pretty bad, as far as she had seen, he was usually a pretty calm, laid back guy. She wanted to know what was going on that he ended up getting himself kicked out of his house.
"Sorry I came to you in such a bad mood."
She gave a little laugh, and leaned up, trying to give him a little peck on his lips. "That's fine hun, you're always welcome here. I'm actually really glad you came here." She looked right into his eyes as she said this. She was completely serious.
"You ready to talk about what happened yet?" She flinched as she asked this, afraid she had brought it up to soon. She didn't want to push it, she wanted him to know that she was willing to wait until he was ready, but she really wanted to know what had happened... She wasn't normally so nosey, but... Damn she was curious.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 28, 2009 21:31:00 GMT -8
You ready to talk about what happened yet?
Travis would take a few seconds to consider what she was asking about, and then bring his drink to his lips once more. After taking a sip he'd put his cup back down and then his fingers would slide across the flesh of her shoulder as he brought back those events into mind. It had been his fault for the most part. He had a bad temper from time to time. He wasn't sure if he should tell her every little detail, but he figured he owed her at least an explanation.
"Well.. I don't even completely remember what started it.. But I was arguing with my dad about something.. and I kinda said 'Eat a Dick'.. That's what got me kicked out.."
He didn't like people talking down to him just because he was a
'child'. Travis wasn't sure if he'd ever actually be able to go home again. He knew his mother would accept him back if he needed it, but his father wouldn't allow it now. Not after being told to 'eat a dick'. A small sigh would escape his lips after he spoke. At least he had somewhere to stay, and someone to keep him company. His hand would begin to gently rub against her shoulder by instinct. Travis quickly stopped when he realized he was doing it. Maybe it was the alcohol.. He was definitely feeling a little drunk now. But there was still more to go! He'd down the rest of what he had, and begin to fill it up once again.
Before long, he wouldn't remember most of this night!
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 28, 2009 21:51:20 GMT -8
She watched him consider for a few seconds. She was wondering if he was going to answer her. She thought he might, but she could tell it was touchy. And man, was she ever nosey right now. It must be the alcohol. She was really starting to feel it. The glass lifted to her lips again and she took another sip. She wondered if she would even remember what had happened tomorrow when they woke up. And then he spoke. She focused her attention back on him, wanted to make sure she heard everything.
"Well.. I don't even completely remember what started it.. But I was arguing with my dad about something.. and I kinda said 'Eat a Dick'.. That's what got me kicked out.."
Oh. Wow. Well that was... Ya. She let out a little giggle, trying not to laugh to hard. But that was just to funny. It must be the alcohol, because she normally would have been extremely serious about what was happening. But really... He told his dad to "eat a dick?!" Wow, she would have been kicked out to for that!
She tried to keep her face serious as his fingers moved on her shoulder. That felt good... No, must focus! But his hand dropped away. She turned to look at him questioningly, but didn't say anything. She didn't want to seem... to eager. She watched as he leaned forward to fill his glass again. Wow. He could drink a lot couldn't he?!
She leaned back against the couch and watched him some more. "Ok... So you got kicked out... for telling your dad... to eat a dick..." She began to giggle and laugh. She tried to hold it in, but just couldn't. "Oh wow... I'm sorry. That's funny! That's really funny hun!" She leaned towards him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she laughed. "Well you're always welcome here. Hell, just stay here, screw them, you had to have had a good reason to say that!" She gave him a lot of credit. This was Travis. He wouldn't say something like that unless he was provoked. She knew it. He wasn't that sort of guy. And plus~It meant he was here, with her. She must be drunk, she was getting cuddly. She kept her arms wrapped around him as she continued to giggle.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Feb 28, 2009 22:10:28 GMT -8
Ok... So you got kicked out... for telling your dad... to eat a dick...
Travis tried to keep his face serious the best he could. But the more he thought about what he said, the funnier it got to him. His father was probably so pissed off right now. After all, Travis had just told him to eat a dick. He was sure his father was back home now, pacing the halls thinking to himself 'Why the hell would he tell me to eat a dick!? I ain't Gay!' His own laughter would follow hers, and as he'd pick up more of what she said.
Oh wow... I'm sorry. That's funny! That's really funny hun!
"Yeah.. Looking back on it.. Yeah.."
And after he finished speaking, Sara had spoken. She had told him it was alright for him to stay here, and he was pretty sure she meant that he could move in. He'd glance around for a few moments as he felt Sara's arms cuddling him. It definitely brightened him up a little bit, to know that she was actually enjoying him enough to want him to move in with her so soon. Maybe it was just due to his situation though. Either way, he planned to make sure he thanked her for her kindness as soon as he could. As she cuddled into him, giggling as she did so, Travis would tilt his head down and bring his face before hers. He'd press his lips against hers, his left hand touching her face as he did so. He'd hold it for a few seconds before he'd break it reluctantly, and speak.
"I'll stay as long as you want.. But promise me you'll kick me out if I ever.. Uhhh.. Seriously tell you to 'Eat a Dick'.."
Travis wouldn't be able to stop himself from laughing out after he said that. His mind was obviously swimming in the gutter right now. He could say it jokingly toward her of course. And at that though his mind would wander even more. It didn't help that he was drunk, and thinking like that was only natural. But it didn't help when PORN had just been on the tv a few minutes ago.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Mar 1, 2009 19:45:12 GMT -8
He was laughing with her. Travis was really laughing. Sara felt so good hearing him laugh like that. It made her feel so happy, and so... good. She could get used to this. She couldn't believe how happy he made her. Now it may have just been a combination of the alcohol and him, but she really thought it was mostly Travis sitting with her on the couch. She really liked what she was feeling and didn't ever want this to end. She wondered what he would think of... maybe... moving in with her. But it was so soon, he would probably think she was crazy.
She cuddled closer to him, her laughter slowly dying off as she thought about it. She really wanted him to move in. It was most likely the alcohol making her impulsive, but the idea was really stuck in her mind now. She looked up to try to start a conversation that would lead them in that direction only to find her lips meet his. For once, she closed her eyes, just letting herself sink into the feeling of his lips on hers, and his hand touching her face. When he broke the kiss, she found herself breathless, and lightheaded. Wow.
"I'll stay as long as you want.. But promise me you'll kick me out if I ever.. Uhhh.. Seriously tell you to 'Eat a Dick'.."
Sara laughed along with him, feeling herself being drawn into the sound of his laughter. He was so amazing. She wondered if he was serious about that. As long as she wanted? Well what if she wanted him to stay forever? Not that... she... did... she wasn't that... attatched... She blushed, trying to keep her laughter going strong, pretending that there was nothing wrong. But he was perceptive. She figured he would realize there was something on her mind unless she changed the subject. She downed the rest of her drink and her vision swam. It felt like her eyes were... tight? She gave herself a mental shake and stood up, wobbling a little on her feet.
"Don't worry." She looked at him mischievously. "You wouldn't live to be kicked out if you ever said that to me." Yes. That was a threat. Even if it wasn't a serious one. She felt so confident today~ She let out another laugh and turned down the hall. She wanted her Pj's. Her jeans were to tight, the house was to hot. Man, the drink was getting to her. "I'll be right back, I'm going to go change, 'kay?" she called out. At least now she could take a breather and clear her mind... Even if the house was on fire.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Mar 1, 2009 20:14:42 GMT -8
Travis caught sight of something in his girlfriend's face that seemed to tell him something was wrong. But he didn't know exactly what it was. He hoped it hadn't been anything that he had done. It had came after the kiss, maybe he was a bad kisser. He had never been told he was a bad kisser before, hell he wasn't even sure if that was what was wrong. He was feeling tipsy, and he couldn't really think straight to be honest. He would watch her down the rest of her drink and then stand up, seemingly having a hard time standing. He couldn't help but snicker to himself slightly. She seemed like she was SUCH a light weight.
Don't worry. You wouldn't live to be kicked out if you ever said that to me.
"Heh, I believe it.."
Even Travis' words were starting to come out a little slurred. He couldn't remember exactly how many he had drank so far, but he was sure that he'd be fine to finish the last of what was in his glass. He would be drunk enough, for sure. He picked that glass up and began to suck down the rest of what was in his cup, just as he heard her mention that she was going to go change. That intoxicated mind of his would obviously stray toward thoughts of her undressing. His jaw dropped slightly as the visions passed through his head. He'd shake his head, and then smirk as she disappeared into her room.
Pushing himself up onto his feet, Travis would stand there for a moment to regain his barrings, and then he would reach down quickly and remove those boots he wore. He needed to be super sneaky here. His miss-matched socks would press against the rug as he crouched slightly and did a mock sneak he had seen in a few different video-games. He'd reach her door, and then close those icy blues for a moment as he'd grip the handle, and then slowly and quietly push the door open. His eyes would open, and he'd peer into her room with a stupid grin on his face.
"Ahha.. Lets see.. Heh.. Don't wanna miss anything.."
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Mar 1, 2009 20:40:25 GMT -8
Sara stumbled a few times making her way down the short hall to her room. She couldn't believe how hot it had become in the apartment. It was insane. She just wanted to change out of her jeans and shirt. She knew it probably looked inappropriate for her to be changing into her Pj's with Travis in the house, and probably just because she was alone in the house with him, but hell... She was alone in the house. Who would know that she had broken tradition and changed into her Pj's?
She pushed open her door and flicked it closed behind her. She heard it click, but her door was weird like that. The click only meant that it was no longer open, just having hit the door jam as opposed to the door being closed completely. She stumbled over to her dresser and pulled open the drawers, pushing things aside, looking for her favorite pajama pants. She finally found them, pink, loose, and comfy. The kinds that tied around the waist to keep them up. They were almost 3 sizes to big and she loved how comfy that made them. She pulled them out and walked over to the bed, setting them on it.
She turned away, her back to the door and undid her jeans, sliding them, and her panties to the ground. It was weird, but she didn't wear those under Pj's. It made them uncomfortable. So she pulled them both off, setting her hand on the bed to support herself. She seemed to be unable to stand upright. She bent over, pulling off her socks lazily. Man, she couldn't wait to get her Pj pants on~ She straightened, turning to the side, and grabbed the pants off the bed, pulling them on and tying them tightly at the waist so they didn't fall. Ya, all she needed was for her pants to fall down when she had no panties on~ HAA~
She pulled off her shirt, reaching behind her and undoing her bra as she wandered back over to her dresser next to the door. She seemed to be having trouble with the clasp. This wasn't good. She fiddled, sticking her tongue between her teeth as she tried to unclasp it. Finally, she had it. She let the bra drop, pulling it off her shoulders, and then she looked down, pulling open another drawer for her shirt. her eyes searched the drawer and then noticed something strange... Her door wasn't closed completely... She froze, eyes searching the crack... Oh crap...
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Mar 1, 2009 21:02:16 GMT -8
I'm so bad.. Heheh..
Travis' face was practically pressed against the door as he watched wide-eyed. This going to be awesome. He watched as she rummaged around in her drawer for a few moments, and then she pulled out her PJs and he knew that the awesomeness was about to start. She walked toward her bed, and then began to undo her pants with her back facing him. That jaw of his nearly dropped to the floor. He was waiting, but he couldn't exactly say he was being patient. If she knew he was here, he'd be rushing her so she hurried up! HE WANTED TO SEE THE GOODIES!
And then it happened. She pulled her jeans and her panties down at the same time. Those icy blues widened even more as did that stupid grin of his. He had totally not expected to see her actually take her panties off. But his eyes were GLUED to her body at this time. If it was needed, he would have thrown two thumbs up to her. She was definitely his ideal kind of girl. She was so damn sexy~! There was no denying it, especially not right now when she WASN'T WEARING ANYTHING TO COVER HER NAUGHTY BITS.
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMN
Truth be told, he wanted to swing that door open wide, run in and tackle her. But he would fight those urges back. Hell, she'd probably kill him or something if she knew he was watching her right now. He was so glad he decided to look though. Travis couldn't help but stare at those curves of hers. He'd unknowingly bite his lips slightly as he stared. He'd drop his glance for a moment toward his own pants. He needed to make sure he didn't get to excited~! Otherwise his girlfriend would totally notice that he had been peeking.
And much to his excitement, and only serve to make it even harder for him to stay put, she turned back toward her dresser and battled with her bra until it finally dropped. BOOBIES~ That is the first thing that shot into his mind when he caught sight of her bare chest. His hands came together for a moment, and he'd thank god as he returned his eyes toward his girlfriend. It was then he realized that she knew something was up. He tried to lift himself backwards so he could run away, but he was drunk. He lost his balance and fell face first through the door and into Sara's room.
Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck..
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Mar 1, 2009 21:30:19 GMT -8
Sara eyed the crack, looking up and down. She didn't see anything... but... What if Travis had been peeking... Her face flushed red and she pulled out the first shirt she felt. Glancing at it quickly, she saw that it was a black tank top. Good. That would work. She quickly unfolded it, angling her arms to cover her chest and took a step away from the dresser and door. She turned her attention to getting the shirt ready to put on for one second when the door suddenly burst open and Travis fell through it face first.
She let out a girly scream, dancing on her feet as she tried to cover herself. She looked down at her boyfriend, laying face first on her floor and tried to get a hold of herself. She focused on her anger instead of her embarrassment. Ok. He had seen her. Now she needed to kill him. Simple~ She took a step forward, closing the distance between them, and dropped down onto his back, her knees on either side of him, digging into his ribs. She held her shirt in her left hand, her right hand fisting in his hair as she held his head down.
"Dammit, Travis, What the hell?!" She flicked the shirt with her left hand, brining it up to her head and tried to get her head through it. "I'm going to friggin' KILL you!" She got her head through it, and snaked her left arm up into the shirt, pulling it through the arm hole. Then she switched the hands fisted in his hair, pushing his head down with her left and pushing her right arm up into the shirt. Now she needed to figure out how to pull it down one handed... "How much did you see?! Tell me now!"
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Mar 1, 2009 21:42:23 GMT -8
"Dammit, Travis, What the hell?!"
Travis just laid there face first. He had no intentions of trying to get away now, after all he had been seen. His plan had been an epic fail, and now she was going to kick his ass, or something like that. He was drunk though, he wasn't even sure if he'd be able to feel anything she did to him. Soon enough he felt his girlfriend's weight upon her back and she would grip his head and push his face against the ground. He'd lay there, chuckling slightly as his girlfriend shifted around above him.
I'm going to friggin' KILL you!
Well, Travis was totally expecting her to say this. But hey, at least he was going to die a happy man. And as he laid there face first against her bedroom floor, he simply closed his eyes with that stupid grin still on his face. Pictures of her changing replayed over in his mind as if he was watching a recording. It was then that he realized that his pants were getting a little bigger. And it was very uncomfortable against the floor like this.
How much did you see?! Tell me now!
"I saw.. ALL.. the goodies.."
Travis would grunt slightly as he pushed his hands against the ground and lifted himself up slightly. He'd balance on his hands and knees for the moment, as his girlfriend mounted his back. Her hand was still in his hair, and pushing his head downward. It wasn't comfortable at all actually, but at least the pressure was off his junk now. He'd move forward slightly on his hands and knees for a moment as she road on his back. He'd twist his head and glance toward the bed with those icy blues. Finally, he'd speak out again. His words clearly slurred.
"I'm soorreh! Blame.. Uhh.. Blame it on the alcohol you let.. me have!"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Mar 1, 2009 22:39:18 GMT -8
All the while that she had been threatening him, he had been chuckling. And it only managed to piss her off more. It was like she was no longer drunk, but she was. Her vision was tunneled, her mind on one track. She couldn't focus on pulling her shirt down to cover herself and on attacking him at the same time. She wanted him to hurry up and answer her. She NEEDED to know his answer. Not that she would believe him. He would probably give her some bullshit answer like "nothing" or something, which she knew was total bull. But then he surprised her.
"I saw.. ALL.. the goodies.."
She was shocked. That wasn't the answer she had been expecting. He was... being totally honest with her? He had seen EVERYTHING?! He suddenly started to move under her, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees, startling her. She leaned forward on him, trying to keep her balance. She wrapped her other arm, the one not wrapped in his hair, around his neck, pressing herself against him, leaning to the right to keep her leg on the ground. What was he doing?! She was to drunk for this. She couldn't keep her balance on her own, what made him think she would be able to keep her balance riding him like a horse. Then he started to move forward slightly, and she flinched, trying to get off his back.
"I'm soorreh! Blame.. Uhh.. Blame it on the alcohol you let.. me have!"
Oh that was IT. She rolled off his back to the right, her left leg sliding over his back, landing on her knees and dropping onto her ass. She let go of his hair after giving it a nice tug, and then tried to pull her shirt down. It was tangled in the back though, and she couldn't get it to come down over her chest. Dammit dammit dammit!!!! She tried to push herself to her feet, but it was NOT graceful. Instead she stumbled and tripped and finally got to her feet... like a drunk person... She stood on her feet, turning her back to him, trying to get the shirt down.
"I swear to GOD Travis, when I get this shirt down, YOU'RE A DEAD MAN..."
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Mar 1, 2009 23:15:28 GMT -8
Travis felt Sara's body press against his back, and he almost wished he was facing the other way right now. Though he was sure that would only serve to piss her off even more. He had the biggest urge to look behind him at this time, even though he had already seen her naked, he wanted to see more. Shortly after he started crawling, the girl rolled off him, gave his hair a tug and then yelled out at him.
I swear to GOD Travis, when I get this shirt down, YOU'RE A DEAD MAN...
Travis would push himself up onto his feet, and turn just in time to see Sara turn away from him. It seemed she was still having trouble with her shirt. Whether she believed it or not, he was going to try and help her out there, even if he wanted to see more of her goodies. But he'd hold himself back the best he could. He'd stumbled toward his girlfriend slightly, his left hand would grasp Sara's side, while his other hand would try and help to untangle her shirt and then pull it down. His hand would stop though when it was about half-way down. Travis would bite his lip for a moment, as if contemplating something, and then he'd push himself a little closer and pull Sara against him. His lips would push close to the back of her ear, and he'd breath out as he spoke.
"Don't be mad Sara~! Can you really blame me..? You're sooo.. sexy."
His lips would press against the side of her neck for a moment. And then he'd glance down and those icy blues would widen slightly when he realized that he was totally pushing his junk up against her body. Of course, he was too drunk to really react when he noticed that. Instead he simply chuckles slightly and he was going to step back, but instead stumbled and found himself falling back onto Sara's bed. He'd glance to his left, and notice her jeans and panties sitting there. Again he'd chuckle, bend over and reach down for those panties..
"Ahha.. These are.. cute?"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Mar 1, 2009 23:52:51 GMT -8
She tugged and pulled at her shirt, unable to untangle the back in her drunken rage. It was pissing her off so much. Why was so damn incompetent that she couldn't get the damn thing down. With the threat of her boyfriend in the room, she should have been able to pull herself out of the stupor and save herself from embarrassment. She felt his hand on her side and she froze, her torso erupting in goosebumps. Her hands moved to her front, covering herself. There was... something... poking into her lower back... Her shirt was pulled down slightly, covering her hands. She let them drop, unconsciously pushing back against him. He pulled her closer to him, and her breath caught in her throat. What... was going on... She could feel her face getting redder and redder. His lips brushed just behind her ear, and she shivered, her body stretching and tensing.
"Don't be mad Sara~! Can you really blame me..? You're sooo.. sexy."
She felt... really hot... That was... Great. That made her feel really good actually. He kissed her neck and she shivered again. He was... amazing... Wow... Just wow... But, he was still poking into her. She thought she had... a slight idea of what that was. And she didn't quite know what to do... Why the hell was her mind so foggy right now?! How was she supposed to deal with this if she couldn't think!? She heard him chuckle, and then the pressure on her back lessened, and then was gone completely. She turned around to see what had happened. He was laying on her bed.... next to her jeans... and panties... And he was looking at them. He reached over towards them.
"Ahha.. These are.. cute?"
Sara reacted instinctively, reaching out, and grabbing for them, before he could reach them, but she missed in her drunken unbalancedness... and fell onto the bed next to him in an attempt to at least hide them from him. She glanced over at him, laying on her stomach, on top of her clothes. No way in hell was he getting a hold of her panties. She glared at him, reaching under herself to grab them, and then pushed herself on her hands and knees crawling across the bed to get off on the other side and run for it with her panties. She turned her head back, sticking her tongue out at him. Childish, yes~ But effective.
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Post by Travis Delmonte on Mar 2, 2009 0:14:41 GMT -8
Sara moved quickly for someone so drunk. Travis didn't even get half-way to her panties before she had landed on top of them. He didn't understand why she was so embarrassed about him looking at them. It's not like she was wearing them anymore! And when his girlfriend began to push herself up and crawl across the bed, Travis would roll and throw an arm around her back, and hold her in place upon the bed. He didn't want her running away. In fact, he really didn't feel like moving much at all. He was pretty groggy right now. As long as his girlfriend didn't try and scramble away, Travis would move lay back and slide himself toward Sara, with a little smile on his face.
He would move toward her, his arm still wrapped around it and he'd kiss at her neck once again. Travis couldn't help it. He felt like he needed to be physical right now. Maybe it was just the fact that he was so drunk at this time. He wasn't completely sure. Not that he really cared either. After all, Sara was fucking hot! She made him tick, and that was a good thing, wasn't it? It was gonna be pretty great if he got to stay with her for a while.
Travis he wasn't sure if he'd be able to hold off on these urges much longer. His intoxicated mind was sinking deeper and deeper into the bad things that were floating about in his head. He couldn't help but think about the skin he had seen. Since Sara was on her stomach, hiding those panties of hers from him, he'd place his left hand against his girlfriend's lower back. He'd slowly slide his hand up her back, and keep it there for a few moments, sliding back and fourth.
"I-I'm sorry for peekin'.. I couldn't help myself.. You're sooo.. sexy."
One could easily tell he was fucked up. He was slurring his words, and not only that. He was repeating what he had already said. Course, he was too far gone to really remember what he had said a few minutes ago. It had all been hazy for the last few minutes since he entered the room. All he was sure of, was that he didn't want to remove his hands from her body. He pulled himself closer toward her, his other hand moving to her flesh of her arm. His chin resting against her shoulder.
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