I don't know if you have ever fantasized or actually been between two drunk girls in your life, but let me tell you, it's not always what it's cracked up to be. This was one of those occasions. Kelli had vomited and was now passed out snoring her brains out. She was a snorer. If you know m really well, you know that I can't stand snoring. Great. The other side of me was better. It was Heidi, stoned, not drunk, and smiling. We were chatting and joking around about the logs being sawed next to us. Now I was pretty sure that I was going to be with Kelli. I really liked her, and we got along so well. Hell, I knew her for at least three weeks!
We kissed. Heidi and I. We started making out. We did this for awhile, and I took it a couple bases forward. My hand was in her pants, and hers in mine. It was hot and heavy. That's as far as we went, with Kelli snoring away next to us. I don't know how it started, or why. She was cute, and attractive. But wasn't the point to get Kelli? We never mentioned it again. We didn't tell Kelli, and we didn't talk about it at all. It was really strange.
I had my own place for less than 24 hours. Kelli moved in the next day and that was that. I did end up kissing her that night, and fucking her as well. Sorry, "Made love". We couldn't have been happier in our studio, a large studio. She went out and bought some things for around the house. She was so happy to actually have a place to live, and happy to be with me. I thought it was too good to be true. How did I get so lucky to get this great girl?
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