-Nathan-
We were both intoxicated. It was evident because just this morning, Megan was able to resist me. Now, she couldn’t, and I couldn’t deny it—I was taking advantage of the situation. I gently pushed her onto the couch and swiftly removed her shorts, finally gaining access.
As she discarded her t-shirt, I removed my jacket and began unbuttoning my shirt. She smiled up at me with such sweetness before initiating a kiss. I couldn’t help but wonder if she would regret this in the morning. Most likely, but I lacked the strength to stop. The desire for her consumed me, and I was powerless when it came to Megan. She had a way of playing with my mind, albeit in a delightful manner.
She brought her tongue into our kiss, assuming control, while I traced my hands up her thighs, parting them
