Usually being the designated driver is a chore. My buddies get drunk then it is my responsibility to drag their asses to the car and get them home. This time however, I'm not going to complain. This time being the designated driver gave me the chance to add our cute friend to the group. I was actually irritated a little at how it turned out. The guys and I ran into Heather and her friend, Jackie, out at the bar. Conversations with her were witty and spicy. It definitely turned into an enjoyable evening because of her. However her friend wasn't helping things out. As drunk as she was it was hard keeping track of Jackie because she would wander off. Heather seemed to enjoy flirting with me a little but would then be distracted when she realized her friend had walked off again. Time and again we had to search the bar to find her at some table with a bunch of other guys.
It was getting late. My buddies were running out of money. And I was already irritated by their drunken antics. I was looking forward to dropping them off at their homes and finally getting some sleep. And that's when my simple plans became a little more complex.
Jackie had wandered off. Again. Except this time we couldn't find her in the bar. It's not that big of a place and I even had my two buddies look around for her. Searching outside didn't help either. Normally I wouldn't be concerned, Jackie has been drunk so many times she could take care of herself. But the problem was she had Heather's keys in her purse. After wasting too much time looking around for Jackie, the guys finally had enough and began complaining about going home. I gave in. I figured I could let Heather crash on my couch and then take her to Jackie's place sometime tomorrow whenever she found her way home.
It took a while to drive the guys home. But finally they were out of the car and it was just me and Heather. The ride home was nice. It was pleasant to be in her company. We didn't talk. Every now and then I would look over at her and sometimes she was staring out the window, other times she was resting her eyes. When we finally got to my apartment I had to wake her up.
"We're here." I said as I gently shook her shoulder.
Her eyes opened up and she looked at me as a slow smile crept across her lips.
"Mmm, that was a nice nap. But do you have someplace more comfortable than your car seat?"
I chuckled. Even drunk and tired she still had a good wit. I walked around my car and opened her door. She gratefully took my hand to help her out and then continued her momentum forward so she ended up against my chest in a hug.
It felt nice holding her like that. Barely over 5 feet tall she fit well in my arms. And the sensation of her breasts pressing against my chest was wonderful. The tight shirt she had worn to the bar couldn't conceal how busty she was.
After a long moment, she lifted her head to smile at me and then pulled away. I took her by the arm and led her into my apartment. Once inside I turned on the lights, checked the air conditioning setting, and grabbed the mail on the couch to clean up a little. When I turned to see what she was doing I saw her just standing in the middle of the living room with her eyes half closed and a sleepy look across her face.
"You look really tired. You can sleep here tonight. Tomorrow we'll go searching for Jackie and get your keys. I'm sure I've got a t-shirt you can change into to sleep in."
In response she simply stepped forward towards me. Placing her head against my chest again it felt natural to wrap my arms around her and pull her in closer. A soft moan signaled her approval. I thought she was really drunk because she seemed unsteady on her feet. I had to hold her tighter against me to keep her from falling over. But then I realized she wasn't swaying on her feet because she was drunk, she was slowly sliding her hips back and forth against mine. I realized this the same time that my dick did. I started getting hard as this sexy brunette slowly ground against me.
I shouldn't be letting this happen. She's had a bit to drink and probably doesn't realize she's doing this.
"I, uh, I've got to get you a t-shirt."
It was difficult but I had to step back away from her. She was getting me turned on and I didn't want to take advantage of her. I left and went to my bedroom and started searching for a large t-shirt that would be soft enough to sleep in.
When I returned I found her curled up on the couch asleep. "Heather? Heather?" She looked so cute and peaceful laying there. I don't think she needs the t-shirt anymore. I placed it on the stool next to the couch and sat down to admire her. Well it has been a long night so if she is going to get some sleep then I may as well too.
I leave the lights on in the living room so she won't be disoriented waking up in a strange place. Closing the door to my bedroom I get undressed down to a pair of boxers and lay down on the bed. The air conditioning is working fine so there is no need to get under the covers tonight. Thinking about the hottie sleeping on my couch I resolve to take her out to a nice breakfast place in the morning. Maybe then I'll find out her intentions, if she likes me or if it was just the alcohol that made her flirty.
Some sound woke me up. I open my eyes to see my bedroom door cracked open. The light from behind her spills into the bedroom as she walks in. I see that she changed out of her bar clothes and into the t-shirt that I left for her. With the silhouette highlighted by the living room lights I could admire her curves as she walked up alongside my bed.
"That couch is too uncomfortable, can I sleep with you?"
"Uh, of course."
I was expecting her to walk around to the other side of the bed but instead she surprised me by starting in on my side. She climbs on top of me and rolls her way to the open side of the bed. The sudden feeling of her breasts against my chest and her body pressing down on me brought me out of my sleep quickly. She squirmed a little bit as she tried to get settled in on her side of the bed. I lay there on my back waiting for her to get comfortable. With a final shuffle she turns to her side and rests her arm across my chest as her head finds the corner of my shoulder. By now my left arm had became situated under her neck. I could have been comfortable like that, with her asleep in my arm resting against my shoulder, except she didn't seem to have sleep on her mind. Her fingers were lightly tracing my muscles along my chest. I was enjoying every minute of it especially as her hand explored the outline of my abs. They were a work in progress but it had taken a lot of effort to get some definition to my stomach. I was already aroused as her hand continued its journey south and traveled over my boxers.
It sounded like she said something but I was too distracted with her hand resting on my crotch to make out what it was.
"What?" I asked.
"I said 'Nice'. I didn't expect a skinny guy like you to be such a big boy."
"Oh. Uh, thanks."
Her hand pressed down onto my cock in appreciation and she tried to wrap her fingers around it through the boxers. That didn't work out too easily so instead she slid her hand through the fly and grasped it directly. I moaned with pleasure as her bare hand got a firm grip around my cock and gave it a strong squeeze. More blood rushed down there as she started stroking it through my boxers.
"These are getting in the way." She said as she let go of my cock to grab my underwear. She sat up and pulled them down as I lifted my hips to help them off. Throwing them off the bed she moved to straddle over my hips. She hiked up the long shirt she was wearing a little so it wasn't covering her waist. I could feel how wet she was getting as she slowly started sliding her pussy along my cock.
"I've wanted this for a long time." Her hand reached down and grabbed my cock. Raising her hips up she aimed it straight up and rubbed my cockhead against her pussy to spread around her juices. Getting it well lubricated she placed it at her entrance then lowered herself down an inch.
"Oh my, this is going to take some work."
