Sophie finally sees us and breaks out into a huge smile.
„Sunshine! I`m so glad you`re here” she stands up from her chair long enough to launch herself in my arms. I catch her easily, and I feel like I can finally breathe now that she`s with me again.
„It`s a good thing you came; we might be a tiny bit drunk.”
„Really? I couldn`t tell.”
She grins at me in that way that only drunk people do, and against all odds and logic, she still looks beautiful to me. Yeah, I may be in a” tiny” bit of trouble.
„Am I seeing things, or is Sam carrying Gwen out the bar ?”
I look at where she`s pointing, and I see Sam carrying Sophie`s friend fireman style out the bar while she`s calling him an asshole. She seems like a nice girl.
„Yup, that`s what he`s doing.”
„Buttercup! What are you doing here?”
My sister`s voice is loud enough to wake the dead.
„I`ve come to take you home, love.”
„Oh, that`s nice of you. I`m a bit drunk. Wait, that sounds trashy. I can come up with a better word. I am, after all, a... what was that word again, Sophie?”
„Author.”
„Right, I am an author. Therefore I am not drunk; I am inebriated.”
She tries to look dignified, which is kind of hard when you can`t stand up straight, but Sophie still claps like Ema delivered a magnificent speech.
„I know, love, don`t worry. I`ve got you.”
He picks her up bridal style, and she sighs so hard I'm afraid she'll expel a lung.
„I like it when you call me love. Can that be my nickname?”
„Of course, love, whatever you want.”
„You`re just humoring me, aren`t you?”
„Yes, I am. I`m taking Ema home, Max, we`ll talk tomorrow.”
„Yeah, thanks for the help, Simon.”
„No problem.”
Ema seems to have already fallen asleep in Simon`s arms, so they leave, and I think I hear a couple of women sigh at the sight of him carrying her off.
Meanwhile, Sophie is still hanging around my neck like a monkey. It would appear drunk women like being carried.
I pay their tab with her still hanging on me, and it`s a testament to how much weird shit the waitress has seen in her line of work that she doesn't even bat an eye.
„Come on, let`s go home.”
She nods and proceeds to hook her legs around my waist. She laughs like it`s funny.
Yeah, it`s all fun and games until someone gets an erection, which is what is happening right now. She feels it and, incredibly, starts wiggling her ass.
„Play nice,” I tell her.
She giggles and buries her face in my neck because,apparently, she`s a bit of a sadist. I finally get her in the car and strap her seatbelt on before getting in my seat, but by that time she`s taken the belt off, and next thing I know, she`s straddling me.
„Sophie, what are you doing?”
„I missed you, and from what I can tell,” her hand goes to the bulge in my pants, „ you`ve missed me too.”
Now, there a couple of things I should have done: gently get her off of my lap, tell her we shouldn`t do this, etc., etc. But I don`t because I have missed her and also because I feel like if she takes her hand away or gets off my lap, I might cry. I`m talking real tears.
So what I do is sit back and watch as her mouth gets closer and closer until she`s kissing me.
Kisses aren`t all the same. Some kisses are gentle; others are exploring; others are loving. And then we have the horny kisses, the kind that happens when the people sharing them want to fuck each other to death.
Guess what kind of kiss this is.
I`ve kissed my fair share of women, but I can honestly say I've never kissed like this before. The absolute hunger that`s in this kiss is impossible for me to describe. My hand is in her hair, and when she bites my lower lip I find myself pulling at it, which I don`t think I've ever done before, but she seems to like it because she moans against my lips and I'm man enough to admit that the sound she makes almost makes me come in my pants like a teenager .
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know we shouldn`t be doing this in a car, on the street, but I can`t for the life of me make myself stop.
Her arms are around my neck, and when she starts grinding on my lap, I have a moment where I'm seriously contemplating fucking her on the front seat of my car.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, I have a moment of clarity where I remember she`s drunk, and that effectively acts like a bucket of cold water.
What the fuck am I doing? She`s my friend, and she`s drunk, and I'm basically taking advantage of her.
I end the kiss, which she`s not happy about because she tries to do it again. I stop her and pick her up as gently as I can and put her in the passenger's seat.
„What happened? Why did you stop?”
She looks confused, and she keeps licking her lips, which is not helping my hard-on.
„Sweetheart, you`re drunk. I`m an asshole for taking advantage of you in the first place; I had no business kissing you while you`re in this state.”
„You didn`t take advantage of me; I wanted to kiss you. I always want to kiss you.”
„That`s the wine talking, not you. Just sit tight, and I'll get you home so you can rest.”
„You don`t understand; I wanted to kiss you.”
„Ok, we`ll talk about it tomorrow when you`re feeling better.” I can`t help caressing her cheek. She looks so contrite.
„Fine, whatever. I`ll kiss you again tomorrow when I'm not drunk.”
I doubt it; she`ll have a killer hangover.
„That`s great, sweetheart. I look forward to it.”
She smiles, dreamily at me, and it hits me again how beautiful she is.
„I like it when you call me sweetheart. I might like it
