~* Lisa *~
After that mojito, the temperature in the room felt pret-ty damn hot and I was getting horny as heck.
Kevin must be able to sense it because he was smiling at me in a weird way. My fervent rubbing of Chris’ chest might’ve given me away.
What was in that mojito? My pussy was on fire. I wanted to reach down and stick my fingers inside my panties to relieve it. Maybe I could get Chris to do it. Hehe. Hmm, or maybe even Kevin. Or better yet ... the both of them.
Oh my God, was I drunk? I didn’t feel drunk. At least in the sense that my head wasn’t fuzzy and my mind still had clarity, but what’s weird was ... I wasn’t in control of the rest of me. My body had a mind of its own.
When I started wriggling my tush, rubbing it against the seat of Chris’ barstool, that’s when Kevin said, “You sure you’re all right, Lisa?” His eyes were amused.
“Well, if you must know, my pussy is going crazy and I might need to be serviced by the both of you.”
Kevin’s eyes went wide, but I sensed his reaction contradicted his awareness—I don’t believe he was surprised at all by what came out of my mouth. I was sure Chris was though, although I couldn’t see for sure, but the slight jerk of his body gave me some indication of his reaction. I sure surprised myself. Seemed my mouth was in cahoots with my body. This was the weirdest feeling I’ve ever had in my life.
I moved out from behind Chris and hopped onto his lap. “My love, help me out here.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Although the words flowed from my lips, it felt as though someone else had said them. My mind told me to stop this nonsense, but I had no control—I couldn’t help it.
Kevin got up and told Chris, “I know the perfect place we can go to do this. Bring her.”
Chris didn’t question him; instead, he lifted me up in his arms and followed Kevin’s lead.
Oh my God, what was about to happen? My heartbeats thumped away at my chest as I stared up into my boyfriend’s handsome face and enjoyed my ride.