Page 31 of Every Inch of You
“Frankie’s my friend. She’s helping me getlaid.”
“I don’t think you need any help in thatdepartment.”
“What’d you say,coach?”
“Nothing. Let’sgo.”
She did an impression of me like I was a grumpy old man. “Nothing! Let’s go!” It was dead-on.
She hugged her friend Frankie. They yelled into each other’s ears for a minute and kept looking over at me. Vivian kept nodding her head and laughing. Frankie was giving her some kind of peptalk.
Then some dude with shaggy blonde hair came over and put his hands on Vivian’s hips. “You ready to go, Baby?” he said toher.
I put my hand on his shoulder, pulled him away from her and said: “She’s leaving with me, kid. Have a goodnight.”
“Uh, I think I was here first,man.”
I looked him straight in the eyes and got between him and Vivian. “Thinkagain.”
He looked me up and down and nodded, his hands up in surrender. Within seconds, he was asking another girl if she was ready togo.
Vivian grabbed my wrist and led me out of the house. “You like me,” she stated. “You likeme.”
“Everybody likes you, Viv. You’redelightful.”
She leanedinto me as she stumbled two blocks towards my parked car, all the while slurring a vivid description of all the things she planned to do to my cock. In between words like “tongue” and “balls” she would pause, cover her mouth, stand absolutely still, and then resume walking and talking aboutfellatio.
Needless to say, I had grown hard, despite the fact that she was teetering on the edge of barfing and I knew she’d be passed out within twentyminutes.
When we finally got to my car, as I was reaching for the passenger door handle, she somehow managed to slide between me and the car, and put her mouth on my mouth. She grabbed onto my shirt and kissed me, moaning. “Now. Brad. I can’t waitanymore.”
With great effort and restraint, I pulled myself away from her. I wanted it, believe me. I didn’t want to wait either, but I was not going to bang Vivian Sparks in my car when she was hammered. Or in a bed when she was hammered. If we were ever going to do it, she would have to remember it—clearly—for the rest of herlife.
“What’s your address?”Once I’d finally gotten her into the passenger seat, and gotten myself into the driver’s seat after shifting my hard-on, I had to deal with her pawing at my crotch. This was not sexy. This was getting ridiculous. “Vivian. Stop it. I meanit.”
She blew raspberries at me. It should have been silly, but she looked hot, because Christ, that mouth. “I forget where I live. Let’s go practice kissing in yourbasement.”
“Seriously. What’s your address? I could find it if I check my laptop at home,but…”
“Okay let’s go!...Oh no…Oh no…” She covered hermouth.
“Are you going to throw up?” I rolled down the windows. “Do it out thewindow.”
“Nope. False alarm. I’m a classylady.”
“Sure youare.”
I realized I should keep an eye on her for a few hours so she didn’t fall asleep and choke on her own vomit. I couldn’t stay the night at her place because of LB, so that meant she’d be sleeping at myplace.
Like I said: two unpredictable wild females demanding myattention.
When we gotto my apartment, she kept asking to see Little Badass, but I didn’t want to disturb her. I was keeping her in the guest bedroom. She had graduated from the guest bathroom, and seemed to feel comfortable in the space of the room. The last thing she needed was a drunk lady trying to get up in her face. I would sleep with LB in there, despite the proximity to the litter box, and let Vivian sleep in mybed.
I pulled her into the kitchen, and made her drink a bottle of Vitamin Water, eat a handful of high fiber crackers, and some carrot sticks. A banana is the perfect snack before bed if you’ve been drinking, nutrient-wise, but I knew better than to hand her one of those at that point. I didn’t need a demonstration of what she wanted to do to mydick.
Actually, she had calmed down a bit by then. She was sleepy. I gave her an Advil, which she’d swallowed and then placed the glass of water on the counter, and closed her eyes. She swayed a little andpouted.
“You feeldizzy?”
