She stood up and planted a kiss on my lips, surprising me. I looked at her, and it was evident that she was quite drunk, as her eyes were starting to get glassy.
"You know, ... Hekkk , you ....can appear... quite intimidating and rugged, but I have to admit, you smell really ... good," she commented with a chuckle, a mix of playfulness and tipsiness. She then stumbled away from the bar with a swaying gait.
I chuckled then took a sip of my drink. That woman was drinking without considering the consequences that might follow.
However, a nagging thought in the back of my mind urged me to watch out for the woman, fearing that something unpleasant might occur to her. I paid for my drink, hastily left the bar, and scanned my surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of her.
To be honest, I don't really care about women at the bar, but I don't know what pushed me to follow her. She looks so innocent and young; I'm worried that she might get into danger tonight.
As I looked around, I spotted her sitting on the ground, her face buried in the bench.
"Miss, you should wake up," I said.
"Hmmm," she groaned.
"It's not safe here, and there are a lot of addicts and drunks around. Where do you live? I'll take you home," I offered.
Her face lifted, and she stood up.
"So, you're still here, creepy guy." She said with mixture of laughter
Before I could react, she kissed me again, catching me off guard. I knew alcohol was influencing her actions, but I also started to wonder if she was playing a game, seeking to victimize someone.
I gently pushed her away, saying, "Miss, you're clearly intoxicated. I'm worried about what might happen to you here." Yet, she embraced me tightly, not willing to let go.
Take me wherever you want," she said
I hesitated for a moment. It turned out she was one of those women often encountered in these bars, either a gold digger or someone looking to take advantage of men.
As the situation unfolded, I found myself torn between leaving her there or taking her to my condo. Considering that I didn't know her well, I decided it would be best not to bring her to my place. Instead, I chose to take her to a nearby motel.
Although I felt a sense of responsibility towards her, I also had to be cautious. My priority was her safety, but bringing a stranger to my condo could pose risks and uncertainties to me.
Once we arrived at the motel, I made sure she was safely settled before bidding her goodbye. I left her with some money to cover the room.
As I looked through her bag, I found school materials, and her ID revealed her name is
Ellie Marquez, a 4th-year architecture student. I couldn't help but shake my head in disbelief. She was just a student, and I wondered what led her to this situation.
Checking her phone, I hoped to find someone who could come to her aid, but it was dead. I then noticed a letter indicating that she might not graduate. I glanced at her, realizing that this might be the reason behind her excessive drinking.
A wave of sympathy washed over me as I realized that Ellie was going through a difficult time. She must have been overwhelmed and turning to alcohol as an escape from her troubles.
After a while,she opened her eyes, looked at me with a smile, then suddenly she leaned on me.
I didn't take advantage of the intoxicated woman; perhaps I even forced myself to break free from her despite my body warming up to what she was doing earlier."
She kissed me on the lips, full of longing."
I got response from her kiss, her lips are so soft, her breath smells like tequila, even though I want to push her away, my body doesn't want to."
My kiss went down to her neck, and she shuddered."
I also took off her t-shirt and pants."
I looked at her naked body, and I was amazed by what I saw."
Her skin is very smooth, and it's fair."
Her breast size is just average."Her waist is also small." I waited for any sign of disapproval, but I heard none, so I continued to kiss her neck.I slowly unhooked the clasp of her bra from behind. I asked her,
"Is it okay?" while holding the clasp of her bra.
"Please, continue," she said with her eyes closed.
As I unhooked her bra, I slowly removed her clothing, still waiting for any signs of objection from her. But I heard nothing. I brought my lips closer to her breast, and she tugged at my hair, urging me not to stop. I teased her nipple with my tongue, eliciting a pleasurable response from her. I played with her breasts for a while before slowly returning to kissing her.
"Please let me know if you want me to stop," I said to her before passionately kissing her lips, fueled by desire.
I didn't hear any response from her, so I slowly placed my hand between her thighs.I slowly started to remove her panties,
And to perch on top of her. I find it difficult to enter her.
I saw on her face that she was hurt by what I was doing."
"Shit, so, you're a virgin" I asked curiously from her.
I'm not sure if I should continue or not, I saw in her eyes that she's hurting, I didn't know she was still a virgin.
I found myself gazing at her for a moment.
"'Please don't stop" Begging in her voice and still she keeps her eyes closed."
I continued what I was doing, and this time I moved my body carefully against hers.
I felt her nails digging into my back, And soon the pain on her face was replaced with pleasure, I kissed her eagerly on the lips as we navigated the ecstasy of our actions.
In the depths of my heart, I felt guilty. I was the first man to her.
I lay down beside her and saw tears forming at the corner of her eye. I wiped it away, I gazed at her sleeping face, softly kissed her forehead, and I planned to introduce myself when we woke up the next day. I felt excitement for this opportunity, until I realized I had also fallen asleep while staring at her beautiful face.