Star Wars and Booze - Sex Stories

Star Wars and Booze

We sat on the couch as The Empire Strikes Back played before us. My empty cup sat next to my left boot on the floor, next to four or so empty beer bottles. I still playfully teased at the notion that this really was just a hang out. A kitten walked passed my view and came pouncing at my boot lace. Drunkenly, I swiped her up and suspended her above my head. I chuckled as I held her in one hand playing with her like she were a toy plane. I was awkward. I was here in the home of a former co-worker. I had finished half a gallon of pre-mixed rum cocktail called "Zombie" and four or five... Maybe six or so beers. I had known Maggie for years. We had worked together at a retail store that sold books, movies, and music called Hastings while in high school... Now we were all grown up, 22 years old. I found myself at her place after I had gone through a messy divorce. She had been feeling particularly uncared for after a brutal break up herself. I reached out to her online, told her not to feel down, that she was beautiful and amazing. She suggested we hang out... So I picked her up from work, not knowing what would happen of our night. She suggested we pick up some booze and head to her place. I did as was told. We scanned the shelves of the liquor store and I bought us a twelve pack of Killians and a bright blue concoction by Bacardi's called "Zombie". We pulled into her place and began catching up. She had broken up with the guy she had dated when we worked together all those years ...

... ago... I had finally sent my wedding ring sailing into the woods one night while drinking with some buddies... My ex having left me for some internet crush she had made when she was 13, choosing now to be the appropriate time to flee to him. I sank into the couch and popped open a beer. Maggie had decided we'd have a Star Wars marathon and booze out. This sounded perfect to me. After the first Death Star exploded we had began to feel the alcohol set in. I got up to put The Empire Strikes Back into the Xbox. As I laid back into the couch, Maggie had inched herself closer. I began to understand her motives, and my aloofness was wearing thin. A kitten had scurried by and I swooped it up in my hand. I played with her a second, a bit too anxious to look back into Maggie's blue-grey eyes. She was voluptuous. Maggie had large breasts and wide hips. She had a booming laugh that caused her chest to thrive in a dance of seductive enticement. She had a fire red tint to her auburn hair. I began to eye her at the edge of the couch, understanding the situation she had orchestrated. The kitten walked across my lap as Maggie began to pet her. She gingerly would slide her hand off the kittens fur and onto my thigh. Her fingertips lightly brushed the ever hardening trace of my cock in my jeans. She played coy, as if these were simply harmful mistakes. I caught her gaze as she finally placed her hand directly on my fully erect member. The illusion had faded, we were both now fully aware of what ...