Thread: The More The Merrier (Celeste's Daughter & markp)

Megan Ashton had recently moved in with her boyfriend, Jason, a nice and funny young man she met in her second year of college and whom she fell in love with like a little puppy. The fact was, as smart and capable of doing anything as he was, he easily found a satisfying job that would keep him busy but indeed, bring some additional cash for the two. Before they knew it, it was so rare to actually see each other during the day that sometimes she wondered if they'd turn into actual strangers living in the same house. The only times she'd have a chance to spend time with him would be in the weekends. Unless he'd have some unexpected call from work. It was a bummer, and certainly it didn't contribute to their relationship at all. If anything, it only drove them away from each other. However, tonight was supposed to be one of those ol' fashioned nights they'd have before he got his job. Meaning, calling all their friends from college and throwing a party so loud that their neighbor, who was a cranky old lady, would complain about it the next morning once again. The house wasn't really huge like a mansion, but it did have two levels, the kitchen, living room, closet and a bathroom located downstairs, and their bedroom, two guests rooms and the second bathroom being upstairs. It all seemed like a big house, but really, the rooms weren't that spacious. At the moment, on the first floor was the entire craziness going on, music booming in everyone's ears, the scent of lit up cigarettes flooding one's nostrils and alcohol pouring down their throats in frequent swigs. In fact, it was because of the drinks that she was like this right now, out of her mind and careless about what she was actually doing and the possible consequences. She had started some supposed interesting conversation with Jason's friends and so much talking led her to being thirsty. Only, she didn't quite pay attention to what she was actually sipping on. Before she knew it, she was upstairs showing her new friends one of the guest rooms. She was drunk, alright. Her cheeks were as flushed and red almost as her hair which was slightly messed up for some reason yet still tamed in a ponytail and a side fringe, just some strands sticking out here and there. Her green eyes were so obviously inviting, playful and the long dark eyelashes only seemed to be seeking out attention by fluttering in a subtle way. Megan wasn't really the tallest out there, but she had a fine body, close to an hourglass, perky breasts somewhat confined inside the black bra and covered by her white casual shirt which seemed to be a little bit transparent by now probably from the heat of her body and the slight sweat. Her hips and rear were just as undercover, though there was a tint of an outline from the denim skirt she wore. Her smooth legs felt somewhat wobbly but enough to not be able to walk. Instead, her mind was a total haze, the most unbelievable thoughts running on and on inside. She dragged them inside, each hand clutching on each of their shirts, pressing warm lips against one of them in a fierce kiss, while her hand quickly went to the other male dragging him closer to her body, encouraging him to touch her and enjoy anything he wanted, first by taking his hand and lead him to her soft breast, before taking his other hand to feel the other mound as well. She wanted more of this, more lust, more flesh involved. A smile flashed on her plum lips as she pulled away, breath slightly heavier. What naughty friends does my boyfriend have... she slurred out, totally oblivious to how naughty she was. You two just want to fuck me that bad, huh? she added, as if it wasn't obvious enough.