To be honest with you, I am not too sure about what happened next. All I know is that I am drunk and so is Austin. Since Austin does not drink often or much, the alcohol hits him like a speeding bus. He is out of it. He is sober enough to dance and talk but he is more drunk than I am. He stumbles around the kitchen laughing to himself. When Austin is drunk, he gets really happy and horny. He can’t keep his hands off me, not that I am complaining. “Let’s go to the bathroom for smash,” he slurs. I roll my eyes. “We can have s*x when e come home from the club,” I tell him. He presses his body against mine and kisses my neck playfully. “We can have s*x now and after,” he suggests. I laugh and push him off me gently. I don’t push him too hard because I know that he does not have much balance ri
