Horny Drunk II
He abruptly stands, places his arms around my waist, and raises me off the ground.
While I am unable to do anything but yell, my feet lift off the ground and my hands instinctively settle on his shoulders.
"What are you doing, Ah?" "I need to change," he chuckles as he begins to spin me around.
He sneezes at my stomach.
"Help me prepare for bed." His voice is nothing more than a low hum as his face remains buried in my belly.
The sudden surge of energy just makes me shriek out of surprise.
It felt too good to hear him laugh, so I don't tell him to stop or that he wasn't making any sense.
After closing my eyes, I scream as I feel him throw me back, and I open my eyes just as I fall onto his bed and look up to see him charging at me.
He jumps on top of me in a playful manner before resting his head on my stomach and burying it there.
My giggling stops because I feel butterflies because of how close he is to me and how comfortable he is with me.
I feel instantly relaxed when I smell his rum and perfume.
I roll my eyes as I sit up on my elbows and look at the man who is cradling my stomach and using it as a pillow before I even hear his soft snores.
I reluctantly roll him off as I stand to fix my short nightie, which had ridden up to expose my pantyhose, after deciding to properly put him to bed.
Knowing Alejandro, I knew better than to believe that he did it on purpose so that he could rub against my exposed stomach.
I sigh as I move toward the bed's foot, where his shoeless feet are slightly dangling.
I begin removing his shoes for him with a slight head shake because he hadn't even taken them off.
Even if I had to take care of him, he deserved some attention.
Knowing that he has assisted me numerous times before, I then move onto his slacks. As I curse him for being so damn heavy, I begin to pull them off.
As I finally manage to remove them and wrap them around his thighs, he only lightly groans and mumbles in his sleep, making him feel like a huge, dead weight.
I stand up and puff when I finally get his pants off, only to realize I still need to change his shirt.
I debate whether I should just leave him in this state and sleep next to him, but I am aware that he does not get enough sleep as it is and that he deserved to be comfortable when he did.
I therefore climb onto the bed and move toward his upper body.
I didn't have to get on the mattress to straddle him because he was lying on his side, across the bed. I simply move around to the bedside.
As I stand, my knees touch his shoulder.
Then, leaning over, I begin to work my way down to undo the last few buttons on his shirt.
My back gets a little sore from being in this awkward position, but it's the only sensible choice.
I didn't want to straddle him, and I also didn't want to spread my legs out and put his head in between them so I could get closer to him.
It was wrong because he was unconscious.
As I reach for the final button, which also seems to be further away from me but doesn't seem to want to work, my legs stay closed and my knees slightly dig into his shoulder.
I remove the stubborn thing by reaching further down his body, toward his lower belly.
"Stop being such a stupid thing!" I whisper while ferociously tugging at the stubborn button until it pops off and flies across the room, ruining Alejandro's perfectly good white button up.
Whoopsie.
But I don't have time to think about it because the next thing I know, Alejandro is moving around and waking up under me while he's asleep.
I'm pushed forward to fall, my face buried in the material of his briefs as my thighs slap against his chest, and I'm not exactly sure how it happens.
Surprised, I let out a light shrek, but it was muffled by the material of his briefs against his upper thigh. I didn't like how close my face was to his crotch.
I immediately attempt to get away from him by putting my hands out to the sides of his hips on the mattress.
A light pressure at the back of my head pushes my face right back down only when I lift myself up, this time without hitting his thigh.
I try to scream, but Alejandro pushes me deeper into him with his hand on the back of my head.
Judging by the slight hardness on my cheek, I think I'm getting dangerously close to his groin.
Even though the thought of having my face shoved into his groin is upsetting, I'm too preoccupied with trying to breathe again and suffocating to care.
"Alejandro!" I scold, my voice muffled, as I hear a low groan that is causing me to freeze in my spot and has nothing to do with the sensation of his increased warm breathing striking the inside of my upper thigh.
My underwear is dangerously close to the crotch.
I had never been this close to anyone before, and I didn't particularly want that right now.
However, it appears that the big fool has other ideas.
Alejandro presses my head further into him while rubbing his lips against the inner thigh's pant edge with another deep groan. In defeat, I stop and sigh.
By putting me in awkward, embarrassing situations, the universe was punishing me for being such a deceptive little slut.
Alejandro's light groans and grunts only get louder as I try to get off and leave, and I start to panic.
This was not anything to look forward to.
Alejandro was unconscious, I was literally being suffocated, and I couldn't breathe.
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