It was 3 in the morning, but all the lights were still on. A faint smell of beer and vomit permeated the air. There were unconscious bodies strewn around the messy rooms; some on beds and sofas, and some on the cold floor. Cans of cheap Budweiser and Coors Light littered the whole house. Lauren and Diane surveyed the damage done by the party.
"I am so never doing this again. It's gonna take me fucking forever to clean this fucking mess up..." complained Diane. It was, after all, her house and her party, and now she was going to have to face the consequences. It was her 18th birthday, and she went overboard with the partying. Her head throbbed and she knew she was in for one hell of a hangover.
"Lauren, sweetie, I can't take you home. I feel really shitty...I mean look at me...would you really trust me behind the wheel? Why don't you just crash here for the night. I'll kick some of those bastards off the couch and fix you up a place to sleep...what do you think?" Diane asked her best friend.
Lauren was far from sober and needed to get home. She had a job interview the next day and she wanted to recuperate in her apartment.
"But I really have to get home tonight. I told you like 5 times that I need a ride home. I can't stay Diane...I really can't."
"Shit, well maybe I can try waking up Ray...but he won't be too happy about it...wait here" Diane said and ran upstairs to wake her brother up.
Lauren sat down on a chair and waited, hoping that Ray would be able to take her home. In her sad state of mind, she still felt excited about him driving her home. Ray was a hottie. 24 years old, spiky black hair, goatee, piercings, tattoos, great body...mmm...yes, he was definitely a hottie. Lauren remembered hearing that he had a big cock and the stamina to fuck a girl's brains out all night. Lauren felt her pussy tingle. She had flirted with him tonight, but he had gotten really wasted and went upstairs to sleep. But she knew he wanted her. The way he was staring at her with lust-filled eyes was enough to tell her that he wanted to fuck her. And she was willing...oh yes...
She heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs and turned to see Ray, followed by his sister. He was only wearing his jeans. His muscular and tattooed chest was bare, and her gaze lingered on his pierced nipples. This bad boy was sexy as hell, she thought. She smiled at him, and watched him look her up and down and lick his lips.
"Alright Lauren, I'll take ya home babe...give me your car keys" he said. Lauren dug through her purse and handed him the keys to her Celica.
She kissed Diane goodbye and followed Ray out the door.
She stared at him the whole time as he pulled out of the driveway and onto the main street. He really was hot. But then again...so was she. Lauren had long bleached-blonde hair, sexy blue eyes, luscious lips, and a perfect little nose. She had a beautiful face, and a gorgeous body. She was 5'6, curvaceous, with a 36C chest, a small waist, full hips and ass, and the smoothest, most blemish-free skin imaginable.
"So...Lauren...you had fun tonight?" he asked, turning to look at her. He wasn't too happy when his sister woke him up, but when she mentioned that Lauren needed a ride, he was up and ready to go. Who wouldn't be? An hour long ride alone with a gorgeous blonde. Now that he was in the car with her, and she was drunk...why not take advantage of the situation? It shouldn't be too hard to get some action from her, especially since she looked so fuckable.
"Hmm? What did you say, Ray?" his voice caught her off guard. She was dozing off, the effects of too much alcohol kicking in.
"I asked if you had fun at the party, baby" he said, trying hard not to crash the car as his attention was almost solely focused on the barely-clothed beauty beside him. All she was wearing was a light pink halter dress and black sandals (those 4" high ones with straps that wrap high around the ankles and up to the calves). Her big breasts pushed against the thin pink cotton, and her dark areolas were clearly visible. Not to mention those thick hard nipples.
"I guess...but I shouldn't have drank so much...I'm never touching Malibu again...I'm so wasted..." she replied. She closed her eyes for a second and adjusted her seating position, spreading her thighs wide and putting her arms above her head. She sighed...but it sounded more like a moan.
Ray couldn't believe it. This girl was practically screaming "fuck me". He thighs were spread so wide that her already too short dress was hiked up even more and he could clearly see the white lace panties covering her mound. Her inner thighs glistened. "Could she really be so wet?" he thought. They were on the parkway, and he could see a service station up ahead. He made the turn.
"Why did we stop?" she asked, opening her eyes, when he turned the engine off. Looking out the window, she saw that they were at the service station. She turned to look at him.
