Wherever the Dandelion Falls by Lily R. Mason Page A

hadn't even gotten my bearings when I felt Faye's hand sliding up my shirt. I surged with excitement.
    I followed suit, snaking my hand down Faye's thigh to the hem of her dress. I felt around, teasing, trying to appreciate the newness of her body through my haze. I slid the material up, pushing against its elasticity, and found Faye was wearing silk panties.
    Faye pulled her head up from my neck, jerking a bit as she pulled strands of hair out of her mouth. She grinned and dropped her head again, rocking into my hand and against my thigh as she started sucking.
    I gasped as Faye fixed her lips to just the right spot and cupped my breast over my bra. Combined with the alcohol and the smell of Faye's skin, I was overwhelmed.
    I knew my best defense was to fight fire with fire. I gave Faye's ass a squeeze and rocked up, putting pressure between her legs. She moaned into my neck, but kept her suction.
    "Fuck, let's do this," Faye said, sitting up abruptly. She pulled her dress over her head and unsnapped her red lace bra, revealing her round, perky breasts.
    I took my clothes off in a frenzy, all too eager to be with her. Her skin was so soft and electric, but the current was dulled by the alcohol swirling through me, like putting a barrier of coarse cotton between me and everything around me, muting every sensation.
    Limbs and hair tangled together as our lips mashed. Her hand slipped between my legs and I gasped, wishing I could feel everything with sober sharpness. Halfway through, I started spinning too fast and had to pull away, steadying myself with my hands against the headboard. Faye, though still drunk, noticed my alarm and paused. "You okay?" she panted, her rocking slowing and coming to a halt.
    "Yeah..." I mumbled, shutting my eyes for a moment. "Just give me a second."
    As I lay there, feeling as though the whole city were spinning around me, I tried to rally myself, reminding myself that this girl was beautiful and hot and attentive and that I really wanted to be naked with her, even if I was getting dizzy and overwhelmed.
    I took several deep breaths before opening my eyes. Faye looked down at me, eager to continue. "Sure you're okay?"
    I paused for a moment before I nodded. Faye looked doubtful, but to prove my point, I rallied my strength and flipped her over, earning a delighted shriek and a gasp as I slid my fingers inside her, determined to make her come first.
    Watching Faye writhe beneath me was worth the mental pep talk I'd given myself. I watched as her mouth fell open and her brow creased, shoulders pushing against the mattress as she seized, air stuck in her throat for a few seconds before she cried out and gripped my shoulders for support. I felt powerful.
    I was panting in sympathy, the muscles in my right arm sore from pumping. All too soonI was on my back again as Faye ravished me.
    I had always found it difficult to let go when I was drunk. The dizziness and the numbness and the bloating made everything feel less good. The looseness in my limbs felt a little too loose, as though I were a gangly fawn tripping over my own legs. But Faye was assertive and in control, so I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of our bodies pressed together, the feel of Faye's breasts on mine, and the determined jabbing between my legs that was quickly bringing my pulse up to a level of frantic exertion.
    And then I felt myself plateau. I panicked for a moment, wondering if I'd be able to let go when I was tingling all over from the booze. I hovered in uncertainty for a moment until I felt Faye's tongue trace the rim of my ear. I shuddered and sucked in air, preparing. After a few more pumps, I felt myself start to free-fall, and was flooded with the relief that I'd been able to come.
    Faye kept pumping, increasing her movements as I strained beneath her, teeth clenched and lungs rigid. It felt amazing.
    When my breath broke and I settled back into the bed, I heard a satisfied chuckle next to my ear as she stilled