Good kid,bad company(part 2)

They blew the fire out and then said bottoms up. We all gulped the shots down. It burned, was bitter and it wouldn't go down smoothly but I needed to be a cool kid. So I drank,again and again. Then my head started feeling lighter. 

The song being played all of a sudden had lots of beat, I could feel the bass and rhythm move through me. I am not a good dancer so I don't like dancing but at this point I felt like I could dance like Ciara or maybe Chris brown for that matter. I started bumping my head and tapping my feet.Before I realized I was on the dance floor doing only God knows what, yet I felt on top of the world as I swayed my hips in absurd ways. 

Soon  I felt the urge to throw up, but I needed to keep it down. I told one of my friends about my nausea, he suggested I take another shot or better still a beer will reduce the nausea, so I kept drinking anyway till a little voice in my head said 'now open up your mind and listen to me. If you take another drink, you might pass out.' 

I turned  and looked around no one seemed to notice my discomfort.I wanted to walk out to get some air but I couldn't walk straight. My head felt very light and everything was extra loud. 

So I moved from the loud music, to a much quieter place. Well it was a dark corner in the house and since there was no chair to sit I had to lean against the wall. 

As I turned my back and pressed my bottom against the wall, I felt something different, this was no wall I was leaning on. I quickly stood up only to be pulled back by his strong and firm hands, I was tipsy and his touch was really welcoming so I let down my guards and leaned on his warm body. 

He was bigger and taller than me, so I felt his warm breathe on my neck and I knew he was about to say something so I turned over and kissed him out of the blue. 

I had always been the shy reserved type and this felt like the opportunity I'd always wanted to express my sexuality. No talking or petty chit chatting just bliss. 

He kissed back with more passion and had his hands all over me. I could feel his heart pound against my body, his " little man"  pressed against my thighs and I felt it's warmth. 

He wanted to take my undies off but I held his hands and he stopped. Our lips couldn't get enough of each other. His masculine thick lips and mine soft red ones just seemed to be a perfect fit. 

The alcohol started to wear off and the loudness of the music began to wane down so I knew morning was approaching. I ended our kiss with a gentle bite and I dashed away never looking back to even have a glance of the mystery man who's lips were a wondrous pleasure.