Last Day of School

 

“Whad d'you mean “are yoo gonna sshool liyke thad?” i wear my bikini unner thiss sweater ann shorss alla timme,” your step-daughter slurred, pulling her shorts down with her tumb, in response to you asking if she was going to school like that. You hadn’t really been asking about her outfit-sure her sweater was too short and her shorts too short but you knew the school was lenient on dress code. You were asking about her lack of sobriety.

“Cupcake,” you said using her much disliked nickname, “that's not what I mean. You're drunk.”

“Donn call me thad,” she snapped.

“What, Drunk?” you asked the slurring, flushed faced, barely able to stand, hot mess before you.

“Nooo, cupcake.  My name is Diovanna,” she clarified.

“Ok, DIOVANNA, so you admit you're drunk?” you asked.

She swayed as she pondered her response, before finally settling on, “Yes, a li'l.  Bud i c'n ssill gow t' sshool.  Iddizzz the lazz day.  Nooo won will care.”

“I don’t know…” you told her.

“Pleeeze, iss the lazz day.  Prom is t' morrow ann graduashun monnay.  I'll doo anythin',” she said lifting up her sweater. 

You were glad her mother was already at work. You reached around her, and as you kissed her pink lips, untied her bikini top. Her lips tasted strongly of alcohol. Despite her intoxication, she responded and kissed back. Eventually you broke the kiss, and stepping back, you admired her young firm breasts. 

Despite her intoxication, she seemed to be fully aware of the desire that burned between you. She gazed back at you with a look of excitement and anticipation. She stood, swaying, before you, her glassy eyes sparkling with mischief, flashing you a sly smile as she flashed you her tits. You couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before you, the image of her young, perfect body etched into your memory forever. 

And as you leaned in to kiss her once more, you placed your hands on her beautiful tits, savoring the taste of alcohol on her lips, you knew that this was only the beginning of a love that would burn brightly for eternity. As your lips met hers, she responded eagerly, kissing you back with a hunger that matched your own. The taste of alcohol lingered on her lips, but it only served to heighten the passion between you.

She took your hand and guided it down her smooth stomach, and under her bikini bottoms to her wet pussy. As you explored each other's bodies, more and more clothes came off, as the heat between you grew hotter and more intense. Every touch, every kiss, every caress was like a flame igniting within your soul. It was a love that was raw and primal, free from inhibitions and constraints.

Her intoxication only seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment, her inhibitions stripped away as she surrendered to the passion that burned between you. And as you touched her, tasted her, loved her, you knew that this was a love that was meant to last a lifetime.

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