The stranger pulled back again, and his eyes twinkled as he let go of my face.“Well, well, well. It was as nice as I’d thought it would be.” he ...aid.I stared at him blankly. He seemed quite confident in himself. It bordered on cockiness.“Was it as good for you, Princess?” His eyes almost danced now. I’ve never been good at flirting, so I just smiled. The punch had me feeling pretty relaxed, but not enough to loosen my tongue. It didn’t matter, a second later I was back against the fridge. This. “Sorry, Joey,” David muttered, looking embarrassed.I kissed him and assured him it was okay as I continued to squeeze the bulge of his cock, enjoying his warm, sticky semen on my hand.The sight of David sprawled out on the floor, with his legs spread and his briefs soaked in cum, his stiff cock straining against the wet cotton, will forever be the most erotic sight I have ever seen.“You want to come to my room with me??” I asked David laughed. “That sounds better than coming in my pants. "Wha- - ?" he asks, groggy like waking up from sleep as it gets lower and lower. When the fluid has been drained completely the front of the glass opens, and the man stumbles out more from lack of options. Dripping with whatever the goo was, his completely nude form takes a moment for balance. He gives a mental check of himself and his surroundings. Alright- good shape. That's good news.When he realizes that he comes up with a blank on most everything else he wakes up quickly. What? Who was he?. A couple of guys in particular paid me a lot of attention - a little "innocent" touching, lots of eye contact, well I was buzzed and red eyed lol even a few whispered compliments and suggestions of what we could do together. And I responded like a love struck school girl lol. I got flirty, ditzy and very, very turned on. At the dance they had on Saturday night both black guys made sure my glass was full of something very strong mostly rum and giving me bottles of home brew beer and splifs in.