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Stacey’s bridal shower was like nothing I had ever seen in my life. We were doing a bar crawl to ten bars. We were only on the fourth bar, and I didn’t know how much more I could take. There were nine of us, and three were acting like they were straight out of a Girls Gone Wild commercial. They were flashing their breasts at people and sticking their tongues out at any man looking. Stacey was walking around with a black dress and wearing a bride-to-be tiara with a long, sheer white train attached. We were doing shots of tequila. There was a lot of “woohoos,” stumbles, and partying going on. We were all so drunk, and Stacey had her head out the top of the limo screaming, “I’m about to get married.”

During all the excitement, I noticed I had a text message. It was Jeremy; he asked where was I and said he missed me.

I texted,

I’M AT THE BRIDAL SHOWER.

A few seconds later, I received another text that read,

I NEED YOU.

I thought that was so sweet. I wrote,

BE HOME SOON.

He typed back,

HURRY.

At the next stop, I had to go to the bathroom and I began to have my own photo shoot in the stall. I closed the seat, put one leg up in the air, stretched the camera as far as I could away from my body, and began snapping. I posed side-to-side, blowing kisses. Then I took a picture of my ass. I lifted my shirt and snapped my breasts as I squeezed them together with one hand. Then I typed,

HOPE THIS WILL KEEP YOU UNTIL I GET HOME.

OOH, COME HOME NOW, he typed back before I left the bathroom.

I typed that I couldn’t leave yet and would meet him at my apartment by two-thirty. I went back out on the dance floor and took two more shots of tequila and danced with Stacey and the girls.

I drove home very intoxicated. I rolled down my window, hoping the cool air would wake me up. It was two twenty-six. I parked and wondered whether Jeremy really was coming, and to my surprise, he was already parked in front of my door. I ran up to his car. He opened his car door and I just began kissing all over him.

“You was waiting for me?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t wait for you to get here,” he said as pushed me up against the car.

“You was out too?”

“Yeah, I got a couple of drinks with a few of my boys I hadn’t seen in a while,” he said as he hit the alarm on his car.

I opened my apartment door. I was so happy he was with me and I wasn’t coming into the apartment alone. I took his hand and led him up my apartment steps. We couldn’t even make it into my apartment before we began our session right in the middle of the hallway. My body was throbbing for him. He pulled my pant leg down and plunged his manhood into me. I hoped my neighbors weren’t up, because we weren’t quiet. By round two I had stumbled into my living room, where he slid my other pant leg down, and all I could see was his eyes and the top of his nose staring up at me. The rest of his face was lost somewhere in the middle of my legs. His tongue was moving up and down erratically in my moistness. I felt my body shake at least four times. I kept trying to get him to come up, but he wouldn’t.

When I awoke, he was asleep on my thigh. I had no clothes on and a very big hangover.