The drunk junior

It was May 31st, during my junior year of college. (I remember it so clearly because the next day was Children's Day, which also happened to be one of my roommates' birthdays.) In the evening, I was walking aimlessly from my dorm towards the edge of campus. I didn't really have a destination; maybe I was heading to an internet cafe. I saw our class monitor by the roadside. She was good friends with a few of us guys who usually hung out a lot, but we hadn't been hanging out or eating together as much lately. I heard she was troubled by a relationship. Seeing her sitting alone on the grass, looking troubled, I called out, "Why are you sitting here all alone?" She replied, "Ugh, I'm so frustrated. I really want to find someone to drink with." "Ugh, why would you want to drink?" "Ugh, I'm so frustrated, but I can't explain it. Maybe I should call Xiaogang and Xiaoye out too (Xiaogang is also a good friend of ours, and Xiaoye is her dormmate; we usually hang out together)." I thought, calling them out is a good idea; we haven't been hanging out or chatting much lately anyway. Then she started making phone calls. Xiao Gang was probably at an internet cafe playing games that day and didn't bring his phone, so she couldn't contact him. Later, she called another friend, Xiao Pang, who was a nice guy but had a very low alcohol tolerance. Then they went to the food stalls near the school gate to eat and drink. I suggested at the beginning that we get a case of beer first, and then order the draft beer if we didn't have enough. The first case of beer was finished in no time, and then I said let's have draft beer, it tastes better. Pingping immediately said, "Let's get another case, and order more draft beer if we don't have enough." We had no choice but to listen to her, and we drank for quite a while. I went to the bathroom a few times, and I felt okay. But Xiao Pang lay on the table and said he couldn't take it anymore, and then fell asleep. I don't know if he was really doing it or faking it. Xiao Ye finished the second case with us, and at this point I was ready to call it a day because I was feeling unwell from drinking. Unexpectedly, Pinpin said directly, "Why don't you order another draft beer? You just said you were treating and wanted draft beer." Drinking was underway, and Xiaoye was starting to feel the effects. She said she couldn't drink anymore and slumped onto the table, half-asleep. Pinpin kept urging her to drink more. I thought to myself, "I knew you could hold your liquor, but not this much." Finally, she finished the whole keg of draft beer, and she kept urging us to drink. That's when I realized she was drunk, constantly asking for more. Maybe she was also feeling unwell. Xiaopang woke up, and Xiaoye tried to persuade her to stop drinking and go back. After much persuasion, she finally stopped. But a problem arose: what to do now? Go back? It was already 1:00 AM, and the dorms closed at 11:30 PM. Xiaopang and I suggested going back to ask the dorm supervisor to watch the gate, and we could just climb over the gate. Pinpin refused, saying she didn't want to go back, and nothing we said could persuade her. Xiaopang suggested finding them a hotel so we could go back to the dorm, and I agreed. Then, after some effort, I finally got her to a small hotel and booked a double room. Pinpin said she'd lost her slippers, so I ran back to find them, feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Luckily, I found the shoes on the way. When I got back, I found Xiaopang already asleep on the bed, Xiaoye was asleep too, and Pinpin was still humming, saying something unintelligible. Seeing something was wrong, like she was about to vomit, I quickly helped her up and headed to the bathroom. Since she couldn't stand up at all, my hand inevitably touched her breast. It felt really good, and with the alcohol, I pressed it hard, even grasping it, and felt a surge of excitement. And this furtive feeling was even more exciting. Afterwards, I helped her onto the bed. She shifted a few times, her clothes were a little disheveled, and I could see the color and shape of her bra. I pretended to be next to her, patted her, and asked, "Pinpin, are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" The only answer was humming; she was completely drunk. Then, under the pretense of helping her with her clothes—I figured I might as well just say I was helping her get dressed since she'd already noticed—I noticed she didn't react at all. So, I started touching her more boldly. Gradually, I wasn't satisfied with just touching her through her bra, so I slipped my hand inside. Pinpin's breasts were at least a D cup; they felt amazing, and rubbing them felt wonderful. Slowly, she started to react, but instead of removing my hand, she moaned softly, almost welcoming me. This undoubtedly gave me a lot of encouragement. I didn't dare take off her bra, afraid of leaving terrible evidence the next day. Then I pulled her bra down and started rubbing her frantically. After a while, she started vomiting again, so I had no choice but to take advantage of the situation. After she finished vomiting, she probably needed to go to the bathroom, and I felt too embarrassed to stay any longer, so I went back to the room. I saw Xiaoye lying there, her breasts half-exposed, white and very alluring to me, but I didn't dare to be as unrestrained as I was with Pinpin. So, I tentatively touched them for a while. They felt even better than Pinpin's; her nipples were pink too. A little while later, I heard a noise from the bathroom. I knew Pinpin was coming back, so I stopped. Pinpin came back and went straight to bed. I couldn't control myself anymore; I was completely horny. So I went up and touched her full breasts again, with increasing pressure. She started moaning, slowly responding to me. I lay on top of her and started kissing her. The more we did this, the more excited we both became. My hands unconsciously moved downwards. She half-resisted, and I started rubbing her buttocks. Because of her skirt, it was so easy. Pinpin became even more excited, her buttocks moving wildly. I also felt a surge of excitement and started touching her private parts. My hand went deep inside; it was very wet and slippery. I started stroking her clitoris, and she trembled all over, mumbling, "Hurry up, since it's come to this, hurry up." I didn't think much of it and continued stroking her. I loved seeing her so excited. I figured I'd really aroused her. She started touching my penis, and I wasn't satisfied with just touching her clitoris anymore. I put my head under her skirt and started licking her genitals. She was also very enthusiastic, her hand going deep into my athletic shorts and stroking me. I glanced at the other two and saw they were still very hard. I thought I'd turn on the TV to cover up the noise. Slowly, I felt a surge of heat down there, so I tentatively asked if I could get her to give me oral sex. We switched to a 69 position, and I deliberately took my penis out and placed it next to her face. Naturally, we started giving each other oral sex. This was my first time experiencing oral sex, and after a few minutes, I felt the urge to ejaculate, so I stopped. I continued to tease Pinpin's desire, and she couldn't help but tremble violently, probably reaching orgasm. Pinpin kept her eyes closed the whole time, moaning softly, occasionally saying, "Hurry up, since it's come to this, hurry up, ah!" To be honest, hearing her sighs made me a little heartbroken, but she didn't seem to be resisting. So I grew bolder, and my penis started rubbing against her genitals. I didn't dare go in directly, afraid that if she was still a virgin, that wouldn't be good. I just rubbed it back and forth inside her labia; just that alone was already very exciting. Pinpin was clearly enjoying it too. Later, seeing that she couldn't resist anymore, she guided my penis into her vagina, and I didn't care anymore. "Plop," it went in. There was no barrier as rumored. I felt much relieved then; since she wasn't a virgin, I wouldn't feel so guilty. Alcohol and lust had completely taken over my brain. I started thrusting, and Pinpin responded to my movements. "Ah!" "Oh!"... Pleasant moans escaped her lips, though she was clearly suppressing them, her voice very soft. Probably afraid those two idiots would hear! My hands began to climb onto her breasts again, gently pinching her nipples. I loved seeing her so aroused, while my large penis continued its piston-like motion inside her vagina. Slowly, I got into the mood, my hands unconsciously increasing their strength and speed, kneading her breasts until they were deformed. Watching Pinpin's breasts change shape in my hands, I became even more excited, and with the alcohol in my hands, I felt myself about to climax. But I wasn't brave enough to ejaculate inside her. I quickly grabbed a piece of toilet paper, tore off a long strip, and wrapped it up, intending to use it to cover my penis when I ejaculated.Pinpin seemed to understand, and increased the speed of her movements. Ah! So good! "Pfft, pfft, pfft..." At high speed, I finally couldn't hold back, quickly pulled out my penis, wrapped it in the toilet paper I had prepared, and ejaculated all over the toilet paper. I also helped Pinpin wipe herself down. After ejaculating, a sense of guilt and unease rose in my heart. I didn't know how to face everything when I woke up the next day. Fortunately, she was probably extremely tired, and fell asleep in no time. I couldn't resist the sleepiness either, and drifted off to sleep. The next day, I was woken up by a phone call around 9 a.m. It turned out to be a guy in my dorm having a birthday party asking where I was, saying that we were going to his house for dinner, and his mom was driving to pick us up. So I had to rush back to the dorm. That night, many classmates gathered together again, and we talked about drinking the day before. But I selectively forgot about that wonderful time and focused on discussing the drinking process. And I deliberately probed, saying, "I've had too much to drink, and many memories are blurry. The most vivid memory is of Pinpin ordering drinks and getting all three of us drunk!" Then Pinpin said, "Ah, I don't remember at all. Did I order drinks? I don't remember at all!" I don't know if she was telling the truth or not; maybe she was deliberately avoiding the topic. Afterwards, our relationship remained the same; we were still good friends, each with our own boyfriends or girlfriends. I think that day was just hormones acting up after we drank. Actually, I don't expect anything to happen between us again. I feel that having a friend like her is enough because she's truly a good person. It's just that when I recall this memory late at night, I can't help but feel a little emotional. Perhaps this is just the contradictory nature of human nature. [This post was edited by wangboshi2 on 2016-06-12 07:53]

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