As I touched it with my fingered she started uttering ugh… ugh I ask her shall I kiss you here. She said “mujhe nahi pata” then I said accha mei... kiss kar raha hoon agar accha nahi lage to please mujhe bata dena, she didn’t uttered anything but as soon as I my tongue touched her pussy lips she moaned loudly aaaahhhhhh then I slowly stared moving my tongue on her pussy lips and on her clit too I lick, suck and even bite there in the meanwhile I asked her how is she feeling. She just said uuunh I. He and I decided we were going to have a few more drinks and catch up some more. A few more lead to a lot more, and before I even knew it, I was wasted. Him too. I don't remember exactly how, but we got to talking about college and how no one used to know about us messing around. He made a joke about the night I couldn't get it up for him, and I instantly became defense, insisting I was simply too drunk. Happens to everyone.He laughed, teasing me even further about how I probably wouldn't of. “Or we could let the universe witness it.”Nicola was quite spiritual and had a huge fascination with all things to do with nature. We had spent many nights lying watching the stars or counting meteors. I offered a silent thanks to my mother for insisting I have a blanket in my car in case of getting stuck in a snowstorm, in the UK, in the nineties. I raised my finger to Nicola and ran to my car to retrieve the blanket.“It’s not a towel,” I said, holding up the blanket, “but I think in this. The hair around her cunt and asshole was wet, her thighs were wet, and there were even strands of her juice hanging down from her cunt lips. This was one horny girl. And this was one heck of a clear invitation.Of course I’d like to say that I immediately rejected that invitation. But right now, in that moment, I wanted to fuck that girl. I wanted to fuck her like there was no morning. The sane part of me that knew I couldn’t and the horny part of me that didn’t care fought for ten or fifteen.