Naomi and Emmanuel have been best friends since freshman year in high school. It was now junior year on college, and Emmanuel was head over heals in love with Naomi. But, Naomi was seeing someone else, but it was a fresh relationship.
Emmanuel knew he had to do something before he lost her forever.
One night, at a frat party, Naomi and Emmanuel were drinking together. After a few drinks, Naomi usually became very loose.
Emmanuel, being just as drunk as she was, took a chance. He kissed her. And obliviously, she kissed him back. But that’s all that happened. A kiss. No grabbing, no touching. Just a kiss. It was long, and soft, but nothing more.
Naomi didn’t talk to Emmanuel for a week after that.
Emmanuel, feeling guilty and a little angry, decided to confront her. He went to her off campus apartment, and walked in, locking the door behind him. “What are you doing here?” She asked softly. “I’ve always just walked in to your apartment.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.” She retaliated, her voice still soft. “We need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about…” she mumbled. “Yes there is. We kissed. And then you ghosted me.”
“I was drunk, you were drunk it meant nothing.” As Emmanuel sat on the couch, he could see that her eyes were red and puffy. “Have you been crying?”
“I told Zach that we kissed a few hours ago, and he dumped me.” Emmanuel felt terrible that he caused his best friend to get dumped. “I’m so sorry.”
“Fucking tequila…” she grumbled. “And I feel like crap, because… I remember kissing you back…” Naomi said quietly. “So what does this mean?”
“I don’t know. Was I a bad kisser?” Naomi shook her head no. “That… that was the best kiss I’ve ever had… But we’re just friends.”
“I don’t want to be ‘just friends’. I love you. I’ve been in love with you for a long time.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Naomi gave him a look, but it wasn’t out of anger. “I was afraid you wouldn’t like me back.”
Before Emmanuel could have a second thought, Naomi quickly pressed her lips to his. Before she could pull away, Emmanuel cupped her cheeks. In the half second breather she got, she muttered out, “I love you too.”
Emmanuel pulled Naomi into his lap, his strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. Naomi ran her fingers through his chocolate brown curls, his scruff brushing against her face. Emmanuel’s tongue requested entrance, which she gladly gave. Naomi rocked her hips back and forth, going hard, then soft over and over.
As their tongues danced together, Emmanuel moved to lay them down so he was on top of her. Emmanuel wasted no time in taking her clothes off, and Naomi did so too just as hastily. Emmanuel got on his knees, and spread her legs, starring at her beautiful pussy. He got close, and just as he was about to feast upon her, he said, “you have no idea how long I’ve waited to do this.”
The instant Emmanuel’s mouth reached her pussy, she moaned deeply and loudly. Emmanuel lapped up her juices, sucking them up and sucking her oh so sensitive clit. “Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod!” She moaned, her tan legs wrapped around his head, gripping her leather couch. “You taste so good baby, so so good!” He said lustfully. “Don’t stop! I already feel like I’m gonna cum!” When he heard her say that, he pulled away.
Emmanuel got up, and pulled her to her bedroom, kissing her the whole way. “Please tell me you have condoms.”
“I’m on birth control.”
“Even better.” Emmanuel picked up Naomi and layed her on her plush blankets and without hesitation, he entered her. She was the tightest he had ever been with, and he was the biggest she had ever been with. She screamed in pleasure, rolling her head back. She moved her hips in time with his. Emmanuel got faster and harder, and Naomi was about to ride the orgasmic wave.
Emmanuel gripped and kissed her leg, needing leverage to keep going the way he was going.
“Oh my god, I can’t stop myself! I have to cum!” Emmanuel groaned, his release tearing through him. “I’m almost there, keep going!” Naomi begged.
Emmanuel wanted to satisfy Naomi, the thought of her cuming kept him going. Naomi screamed that she was cuming, and Emmanuel wanted her to ride out her orgasm into oblivion.
After they were both spent, and exhausted, it took a long time for them to pull apart. They just sat there, breathing deeply, looking into each other’s eyes. When he did pull out, he watched as his cum flowed out of her and smiled. He laid down and pulled her close.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/sswc6v/the_aftermath_of_a_drunken_kiss