|
|
Post by Erica Watson on Oct 17, 2013 21:50:03 GMT
"I don't care. You can if you want to." She said looking at the shirt. "I like it. You have nice taste." She said smiling. She laid it down on the table to hake her own t shirt off. Which was her queen tour band tee.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryker Keller on Oct 17, 2013 21:52:14 GMT
He watched as she took her shirt off. She had a killer body, how can he turn around now. "As do you, hun. Give em the shirt I will put it near the heater to dry it up" He walked towards her "Hand em over"
|
|
|
|
Post by Erica Watson on Oct 17, 2013 21:58:52 GMT
She laughed slightly and she handed him her shirt. She slipped his shirt on and snuggled in it. She smelled it and it smelled like his apartment. She looked down at her pants which where soaked too. She looked back up at him wondering if he would mind if she too her pants off too.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryker Keller on Oct 17, 2013 22:01:06 GMT
"No I wont mind it, hand those over too" Well quickest way to get a girl into less clothes and he didnt even mean to. "Come one your food is getting cold or would you like help getting out of them" He walked over really close to her.
|
|
|
|
Post by Erica Watson on Oct 17, 2013 22:04:21 GMT
"I think I can take off my own clothes thanks." She said giggling. She unbuttoned her pants and she slid them off her body and she handed the too him. She didn't mind being partially naked in front of him. She sat back down in the chair and started to eat again.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryker Keller on Oct 17, 2013 22:06:02 GMT
He left the room and placed her clothes on the radiator hoping they would be dry by tomorrow" He made his way back to the kitchen but first grbbing the vodka bottle. He walked in and stumbled towards her. "Well bottoms up"
|
|
|
|
Post by Erica Watson on Oct 17, 2013 22:11:21 GMT
"Do I get some?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows at him. She wanted some of the alcohol. She liked being intoxicated. It made her feel...good. She like the feeling. She took another bite of her chicken and smiled.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryker Keller on Oct 17, 2013 22:12:17 GMT
"I dont know you already are eating my food and using my clothes now you want more of my stuff" He chuckled a bit "It will cost you dear but I think you can pay pretty well"
|
|
|
|
Post by Erica Watson on Oct 17, 2013 22:19:08 GMT
"Depends. How will I have to pay you. And how much?" She asked with a half smile. She reached for the bottle but fell off her chair. "Son of a bitch." She cursed laying on the floor the shirt moved up her body. She looked up at him giggling.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryker Keller on Oct 17, 2013 22:22:19 GMT
He went to hand the bottle to her till she fell to the floor "Seems like I have to cut you off dont I?" He stood up extending a hand to her so she can get off the floor he couldn't help to stare at her now revealed chest.
|
|
|
|
Post by Erica Watson on Oct 17, 2013 22:28:09 GMT
"No. You can still give me some." She said giggling. "Please?" She asked like a child. "I wannt someee." She said drawing out her words.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryker Keller on Oct 17, 2013 22:31:37 GMT
"Well it depends on what you want" He gave her a quick wink and joined her on the floor "Here ya go hun but it will cost you a kiss"
|
|
|
|
Post by Erica Watson on Oct 17, 2013 22:42:42 GMT
"Fine." She said taking the bottle from him and she looked at him grinning. She leaned over and kissed him drunkly. She deepened the kiss as they got into the kiss getting slightly rougher.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ryker Keller on Oct 17, 2013 22:45:57 GMT
He went to say something until her lips pressed softly against his, and then she deepened it. On the floor kissing a hot girl this day might actually end well" He let his tongue run across her bottom lip just teasing her. He pulled away "Kiss me like that more and Ill give you all I got"
|
|
|
|
Post by Erica Watson on Oct 17, 2013 22:49:52 GMT
"Notice you're the one that pulled away." She said smiling. She took a gulp of the vodka before she kissed him again deeply. She ran her free hand through his hair tangling her fingers slightly in his hair.
|
|
