"Actually, you can't smell a spike if it was done with alcohol."
two sets of footfalls lacked down the stairs behind Erk - Charlotte, Erk's classmate, and her friend Shanoa. The two formed an odd pair, the former being a little shorter than Erk, and the latter's statuesque figure making her taller than some guys.
"Alcohol by itself doesn't smell. What you're thinking of is rohypnol."
"That sounds about right, with how I feel," Shanoa confirmed, grateful Charlotte said that in a much more concise manner than she would have. She still felt reasonably steady as long as she sat, and could think just fine. It was just that she seemed to have lost the ability to filter out inappropriate thoughts.
"Why are you two years younger than me yet manage to double my cup size?"
"Absinthe? Seriously? I suppose we should be grateful she only had the one, then. I don't even know where people our age would get this stuff, really..."
He colored a little at Shanoa's remark, resisting the urge to look down. That couldn't possibly lead anywhere good.
Erk's brain had more or less shut down at this point, and he'd managed to focus his attention on his bedside table, because putting his eyes any closer to the other two at this point was really just asking for trouble.
It wasn't that he didn't like them. On the contrary, there were several rather guilty fantasies that he would have refused to admit to under the most refined of torture techniques featuring one or the other or occasionally even both of them. That was rather the problem, really; it was a perfectly natural reflex to look where attention was being called, but he wasn't sure what sort of reaction the girls would have if they caught him looking.
"Re~ally?" Shanoa drawled, an almost uncharacteristically playful lilt in her voice. She suddenly leaned forward, pulling Charlotte back towards the bed, and even if he wasn't looking, Erk was sure to hear plenty.
"Let's find out."
"Find out? How do you intend to... hey!"
"Mmm, they feel real enough... should we look, Erk?"
Should he decide to turn around, he'd find Charlotte squirming in Shanoa's lap, the older girl's arms pinning the younger's to her sides as she openly groped her breasts.
Erk did finally, reluctantly, turn around, and even though he'd known what he was going to see, he still turned even redder.
In what was probably a supremely ill-advised gesture, he reached out to take hold of Shanoa's wrist. "Come on, Shanoa, let go. You're drunk and you're going to regret this enough tomorrow without making Charlotte madder at you."
One thing Erk might not have known about Shanoa was that while helping out at the church, Charlotte routinely saw Shanoa moving pews around. The large, solid hardwood kind. By herself. Long story short, she had an iron grip when she wanted, explaining why Charlotte's squirming wasn't getting her far.
"Please, do as he says," Charlotte asked, sounding more like she was begging than she'd meant. It didn't help that Shanoa's hands felt... well, kind of good.
What Erk said made sense - Shanoa knew she wasn't in a rational state of mind right now. However, that had taken the logic to do anything rational about the situation with it.
"Well, alright."
Shanoa did let go... of her breasts only. Then grabbed Erk's wrist and pressed that to Charlotte's breast instead.
"What do you think? Her bra's in the way, but are they real?"
Erk should have expected that, really. Even apart from Shanoa's grip and having his hands near hers, there was the simple fact that it was the sort of thing that happened to him.
That didn't mean he had to like it, though. He turned bright red and glanced down, mumbling something along the lines of "please let go".
Having her drunk best friend assist a minor crush of her in groping her was embarrassing enough. But it was nothing on how much she was actually liking the feeling of him touching her.
"Why?" Shanoa asked, the alcohol clearly having stripped most of her inhibitions and giving away how much of her calm, cool persona was self-control rather than natural inclination. "You've stopped squirming, and most guys like copping a feel." She looked straight at Erk. "You're not gay, right?"
"Not the last time I checked, no," Erk muttered. He had to admit, he was proud of himself for keeping a straight face at that remark. "I just kind of prefer it when the girl in question wanted it to happen."
Charlotte shivered as Shanoa breathed the word in her ear. For a long moment, the only think that changed was her blush steadily grew in intensity, until she finally managed to answer.
two sets of footfalls lacked down the stairs behind Erk - Charlotte, Erk's classmate, and her friend Shanoa. The two formed an odd pair, the former being a little shorter than Erk, and the latter's statuesque figure making her taller than some guys.
"Alcohol by itself doesn't smell. What you're thinking of is rohypnol."
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"Why are you two years younger than me yet manage to double my cup size?"
...Like that one.
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He colored a little at Shanoa's remark, resisting the urge to look down. That couldn't possibly lead anywhere good.
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"I-I guess I'm just lucky," she sputtered. "I have more body fat than you, anyway."
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"I bet you pad your bra."
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It wasn't that he didn't like them. On the contrary, there were several rather guilty fantasies that he would have refused to admit to under the most refined of torture techniques featuring one or the other or occasionally even both of them. That was rather the problem, really; it was a perfectly natural reflex to look where attention was being called, but he wasn't sure what sort of reaction the girls would have if they caught him looking.
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"I do nothing of the sort!" Charlotte insisted, her face nearly glowing pink.
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"Let's find out."
"Find out? How do you intend to... hey!"
"Mmm, they feel real enough... should we look, Erk?"
Should he decide to turn around, he'd find Charlotte squirming in Shanoa's lap, the older girl's arms pinning the younger's to her sides as she openly groped her breasts.
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In what was probably a supremely ill-advised gesture, he reached out to take hold of Shanoa's wrist. "Come on, Shanoa, let go. You're drunk and you're going to regret this enough tomorrow without making Charlotte madder at you."
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"Please, do as he says," Charlotte asked, sounding more like she was begging than she'd meant. It didn't help that Shanoa's hands felt... well, kind of good.
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"Well, alright."
Shanoa did let go... of her breasts only. Then grabbed Erk's wrist and pressed that to Charlotte's breast instead.
"What do you think? Her bra's in the way, but are they real?"
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That didn't mean he had to like it, though. He turned bright red and glanced down, mumbling something along the lines of "please let go".
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"Please do as he asks," Charlotte asked weakly.
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Charlotte shivered as Shanoa breathed the word in her ear. For a long moment, the only think that changed was her blush steadily grew in intensity, until she finally managed to answer.
"I... do kind of want it..."
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