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For some inexplicable reason, I was completely ready to drop what I was doing to go for a swim. Lucky for me, Melissa was into it too. We started walking in the direction of the river, but Melissa was stumbling all over the place. I'd know she was pretty drunk, but I'd underestimated just how drunk she was. In dawned on me she was at the point where she might actually have to puke. Still, I didn't really care. I figured since I was real drunk too it was no big deal.
Unfortunately the other girls we were hanging out with didn't agree. "We need to get her back home," one of the girl's named Kara said.
I couldn't believe my ears. "She's fine. You can make it to the river, right Melissa?"
"I'm fiiiiine," she stammered.
"Shit," I thought.
"Okay let's get her back home," Kara said again.
Kara was a friend of mine, so I thought I could appeal to her. I pulled her aside, and told her how badly I needed to get laid, and how everything was okay. I volunteered to walk Melissa back home myself, but Kara was having none of it. She gave me a big, long lecture about how Melissa was too young for me, and it wasn't right to take advantage of a drunk girl. It was an argument I wasn't going to win, so I gave up and went skinny dipping. I'd gotten part of my dick in a girl, and I'd seen a whole bunch of titties at the river, and yet when I passed out on Kara's floor, I couldn't help but think the night had been a disappointment.
One of the greatest disappointments was I didn't know if I'd have the chance to see Melissa again. The next several days after the party were spent backpacking with friends. We got rained on a ton, and my tent flooded. Lying there in that cold puddle I longed to be pressed up against Melissa's warm ass, my thick cock sliding in and out of her.
The same day after I got back from the trip I got my chance. It was the Fourth of July and there was a party going on at someone else's cabin. By the time Melissa showed up, I was nice and lit. I had no idea how things would play out, but I feared that she would be pissed, thinking I'd tried to take advantage of her when she was drunk.
As luck would have it, she was super drunk again, so that wasn't an issue. She took a seat next to me, and conversation came naturally between us, but neither of us mentioned the fact that we'd nearly fucked a few nights back. My desire to fuck her hadn't waned at all. She was looking the best I'd ever seen her, with a tight tank top bearing an American flag, and a glittery red skirt that was way too short for her. The bottom of her ass was completely hanging out. I couldn't wait to slide my dick between those cheeks.
I didn't know how exactly I was going to go about getting myself laid, but everyone at the party certainly made it a lot easier. A game of truth or dare broke out, and when it was my turn I chose dare. I was dared to kiss Melissa, and we shared a long, passionate kiss. It probably lasted a good thirty seconds, and clearly tuned everyone in to the fact that there was something happening between us. "You must have quite the stiffy going," my friend Ren said.
He was right. I was aching to tap that sweet ass, but before I got the chance, I had the pleasure of having Melissa grind it up all over me. For her dare she'd been told to give me a lap dance, and she obliged. She began by turning around so her ass was right in front of my face. She then lifted up her skirt to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties. She parked her big ass right on top of my junk and leaned back so that her back was pressed up against my chest. With her hand she reached back and grabbed my head. She tilted her own head back and pursed her lips. She bounced up and down on my lap while we made out. I began to bite her neck, but she reminded me she had to work the next day, and couldn't show up with a hickey. The dare ended right there.
The party didn't last too much longer after that.