Scooting her over and climbing on the bed with her, we kissed and as we started to make out, I laid on my back. The next day, I got a text from Anna’s father saying, “Sorry, Anna was kinda drunk last night.”
I didn’t know what to say, but responded with, “Is she okay?”
He texted me back, “Yea, she threw up last night, but she seems okay.”
I responded back, “Wow, sorry,” with a sad emoji. She was always very friendly and being I hadn’t seen her in a few years, she had definitely grown up and as I looked at her while I stood by the beer cooler, I again started to fantasize about being with her. As they started to walk toward me, I got scared, and nervously moved over to the table of hors d’oeuvres. Smiling, I subtly moved over to where she was standing and as we looked at each other, I put my hands on her waist and said, “Anna, your very pretty.”
Anna blushed and as she leaned up on her tippy toes again, we kissed. They too were smiling and as I shook hands with him he said, “Hey, my wife and I want to go home,” and then said, “Anna really wants to stay,” and continued by saying, “she suggested that you might be willing to take
