I almost came from the thought alone. Then inspiration struck.____She was chatting away, as only the lonely and buzzed can do. From everything to no...hing, she just kept yapping. I wasn't listening anymore, as she hand been gently stroking my arm throughout her soliloquy. I was thinking about my situation.The way I saw it, she needed me. I didn't need her. I could move out in mere days, and she would be foreclosed on. Even if I didn't move out for the 9 months it was going to take the. "You wanna go outside and smoke a joint?" I asked her. She took another shot of whiskey and nodded. We stumbled out to the parking lot, which was now completely empty except for Rachel's car. We leaned up against the wall and I rummaged my purse for the joint I had rolled earlier. After a few moments I found it and we got stoned. Neither of us said it, but I think we were both ready to give "touchy-feely" a whole new meaning.We shared a cigarette and without a word, I grabbed the back of. "Oh ya that's the spot. Right there!!" Now she'd always have her nails done, and when she climaxed she dug her fingers into my shoulders so hard I thought I was going to bleed. Her orgasm was intense and I was having sex marks before I even fucked her. "I'm on the pill. You don't have to wear the condom if you don't want to." Fuck that. I'm wearing a rubber. I felt more comfortable wearing one. I also didn't trust this fine bitch. She wasn't exactly a reliable person so I wasn't prepared to. He looked back up at her, laughing to himself as he saw her head thrown back, eyes closed and biting her lip. Not wanting to delay any longer, he dove between her legs, licking her gently and reveling in the resulting moan that escaped her. Her legs abruptly stopped resisting him, and he could finally focus his full attention on the task at hand. He kissed her slit from bottom to top, lightly licking and biting her clit as she gasped at the sensation, letting out a loud moan as he continued to.