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I'm drunk.

Well okay, let me rephrase that. I've drank too much and I'm now feeling the effects of the alcohol I've been drinking from the start of the house party. The house was full of people, Jocks and Cheerleaders in the living room, Skater boys and girls in the kitchen where there seems to be a beer keg in the middle of the floor, popular good looking kids floating around the house from group to group looking for a good meet and greet. You get it all right here. It's just a fun... Social event for high school kids--like me--to have the chance to get the weight off their shoulders from the week of work and school. It's a load off! A free day to live it up with loud music, lots of social buddies, and the wonderful effects of booze.

The one hosting the party is Gary Sanchez, the popular Weasel who I've only seen a couple times tonight. It's true about what they say about the floaters, they're there in one second and then the next thing you know they're gone without you probably even knowing. They're fuckin' magicians if you ask me.

I take another drink from my plastic cup and look down from the railing I'm leaning against, watching the world below me play out like animals in a discovery channel. Or maybe I'm just drunk and can't think of anything else to say. I guess you could say I got to this party with my group of friends I planned on staying with the whole night. But that changed since they're scattered downstairs with the partiers while I'm just drinking with myself up here enjoying the view. I'm not mad, actually I'm having fun, and in fact I even got to talk to Jenny Newton as she made her way up the stairs to use the bathroom. Which she later found out was clearly occupied by a Jock Horse and small petit Tiger going at it. She laughed and spoke to me for a little bit till the two wrapped up. She was hot, I knew that by the way my dick was getting hard, but actually talking to the Fox was probably what made this night worth it. Jenny was just a crush for me, her boobs were nice like melons and her body was like a gymnast's.

Urgh, the things I could do to that...

I don't normally talk like this. Honest! I actually am a nice Otter who is nice and loved. I wouldn't consider myself in the popular group, but I'm sort of riding that line of off-beat to popularity. Not that I'm worried about it, I like me for who I am. But right now as I said before, I'm drunk... Things get carried away for me a little.

"Dude, Toby! How's my favourite Otter?" An arm is wrapped around my neck and pulling me into a closeness that makes the world around me spin, forcing me to keep myself from throwing up all over the person who I've known for years. "Why are you up here being all alone and boring?"

Timothy Sharpe smiled his canine teeth brightly and looked me in the eyes before looking down to the party that was happening downstairs, holding his drink in the other hand and holding it out arm length as if he was presenting me to everyone, "I'm not being boring man, I'm drunk. I just needed to get out of the ruckus a bit to get my bearings."

He smirked an took a gulp of his drink, "Well, I'll join you on that boat 'cause I'm drunk too buddy." If it weren't for me supporting him, he'd probably be on the floor by now. "But that's not what I'm worried about 'cause I'm getting laid in a minute!" He poked my chest with his cup hand and started shaking his hips.

I laughed and looked down at the girls downstairs, spotting a couple hotties here and there, "Which one?" I asked, getting interested of the thought of sex entering my mind. Even if it's not me getting laid I'm still happy my buddy is.

"I dunno," Timmy nearly fell over but gained his balance back immediately, managing to not spill a drop of alcohol from his cup, "All I know is that I'm getting laid in one of these bedrooms and the girl's gonna meet me in there in a few." He let go of me, finally, and managed to hold his balance this time.

"Do you even know her name?" I asked as he began to walk towards one of the four closed doors.

"Of course I do, it's... Hot girl..."

With that said, I was left to laugh at my best friend shutting the door behind him.

I gulped the last bit of my drink and felt the effects--once again--take effect. My cheeks feeling warm and my throat left with a burning numbing sensation that felt awesome. Once that drink was finished I told myself that I would be done drinking afterward, it's getting pretty late and the night is sort of cooling down a bit. It's probably time to leave and grab the guys. James is the DD tonight so I should probably find him first; he has my car keys with the house Key to get into my home. Hopefully I won't fall all over the place knowing how much I drank tonight.

Pushing myself off the railing, I immediately stopped. The world spun like crazy now and it was making the room spin in circles and spirals and... oh crap. Where's the bathroom? Bathroom... Bathroom. Crap, crap crap, I'm gonna hurl.

I gathered what I had and moved toward the bathroom, gripping the door knob and finding out that the rattling sound I was making was from the door being locked and hearing the soft sounds of grunts coming from inside told me that it was occupied. Damn it Tommy! Now was the time to take the one room where I had to hurl?! Shit!

My stomach was flopping now, and I could feel what was about to come next. But with my will power, I had to hold on... just a little bit longer... I quickly turned and headed for the room next to the bathroom, barging into the dark space and closing the door being me. The room was dark and I couldn't see a thing with the entire house flipping like a skipping rope in my head. But there was light coming from the window and it was at that point where I realized that I had no options left... I couldn't hold it anymore.

Within a split second I ran to the window, cranked it open with no effort what so ever, and stuck my head out...

Once the... embarrassing session was over with I held my head out the window for the fresh air to hit my face, resting my head on my arms and closing my eyes to allow me to get the bearings I just lost back.

"About time you got here babe,"

Suddenly I realized I wasn't alone in this room. Regardless of whose room it was, I never now realize the fact that I just threw up outside a window. Someone must have mistaken me for someone, I'm clearly not the 'babe' he's expecting in this dark environment. I'll just slide out of the room and leave this dude to wait for his girl. I'm too drunk to even speak so I just stand straight and start moving toward the door.

But apparently, leaving wasn't my option.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to the window sill, his hips pushing into my ass and--holy shit, holy crap he's horny. I feel his hard-on rubbing against my ass, trusting and hearing the soft rasps from his throat as he was actually getting pleasure from this.

"Damn girl," GIRL? I may be drunk, but I know that I'm not a girl! He has me confused!? "I'm so horny right now I don't care about the foreplay, just gimme that ass..."

He was reaching for my jeans button! He's trying to get my pants off? I try and protest and speak up but the threat of throwing up hits me again. Oh god, not now. What the fuck was in that rum and coke? Oh crap!

I shove my face out the window again and continue my barfing. In the meantime, while I'm occupied here, the horny asshole seems to have already got my pants shoved down past my ass enough for him to place his now exposed dick onto ass! What the fuck!?

Jesus, why is this happening to me?!? This is a mistake!

"I'm gonna enjoy this..." He growled and shoved his dick into me, the force of his thrust causing me to gasp and grip the window sill with my claws. He took no time in waiting for me to talk or even... adjust! But fuck, this hurts!

His breathing was rough and his voice was low when he spoke to me while thrusting into me, the feeling of it felt absolutely wrong and if I wasn't too drunk right now I swear that I would have sobered up from this pain. I take another breath, trying to speak up and tell him to stop but the pounding was increasing and the way he made me move with his thrusting was making the whole dark room spin again. The threat of vomiting was teasing my throat but the pain of being fucked was causing me to moan a little, squeaking like a little... Oh damn!

He slapped into me again and the feeling of being filled was too great. It was something I've never felt before and... Urgh... Something was feeling good about it.

"Yeah," He muttered, "Take it..."

I squeaked again as he increased in speed, feeling his balls slap against me. This wasn't my plans for tonight but damn... it was feeling... kinda good now that I'm getting used to it a little. My squeaks became little quiet moans of pleasure and my hand was almost going to reach down and grab my own cock. I could feel myself getting a hard on from this.

My legs felt like they were going to give out from the amount of pressure they were taking and my whole body was feeling... well... good from the... what do I call this? Sex? But it's with a dude... "Oh fuuuuck." I moaned and closed my eyes as he grabbed my ass.

"I'm gonna blow..." He said in a growl, tensing his cock in my ass and having the feeling of being even more filled as I felt hot fluid shoot into me.

Then everything stopped and he was quiet, not moving his dick or anything. All I could do was breath heavily out the window as I tried gasping in some cold air. The room inside was blazing hot; I could have sworn the sweat on my face was tears but they weren't. I didn't feel anything at this point. My ass felt numb but the feeling of the pleasure he was giving me still lingered around my body like static shocks.

"You have a great ass..." He said, finally slipping out and zipping up his pants. I still remained bent over the window sill with my ass hanging out of my pants still. I felt ashamed a little, a little dirty too. I think I might consider getting another drink.

With a slap on my ass and an instant meep from my mouth, the guy turned to the door, "Thanks for the great time, Hot Girl..."

Oh...my... GOD!!

It was Timothy! Timmy Sharpe! My friend!

OH MY GOD!!

When the door closed, I took no time to put my pants back to where it should be around my waist and ran to the door. But... I stopped. Timmy can't see me leave this room, I had to wait it out for a little so that way he would be across the house. Then he won't see me leave...

But should I confront him?

Oh god, this is getting weird. I'm not gay and neither is Timmy! He'd probably hit me if I told him. This is getting bad. They say when you drink too much you forget the night before. But right now, I don't think I could ever forget this night.

I think I need another drink...