Worlds Apart - Sex Stories

Worlds Apart

... us to where we’re gonna go.

“Ok, you guys, over here,” Xen says from the left.

Alright, we’re gonna be following them. That’s new. So we follow her order, turning to the left and walking forward. After moments of going that direction, we hear Val on the right, saying,

“Alright, now this way.”

We turn right and follow. After a while of walking in various directions, I feel a wall in front of me. I feel for a way around it, eventually finding one. Then we hear,

“Ok, you can take off your blindfolds now.”

I bring my hands to my blindfold, removing it from my eyes. After they finally adjust to the light and overall consciousness, my mind immediately pauses. Before me is the greatest thing I could possibly encounter. Tables among tables of various alcoholic beverages. Wine, Tequila Sunrises, Screwdrivers, Margaritas, Long Islands galore. I’m...I’m home.

“Surprise!” the three angels behind us say in unison,

“We hope you enjoy,” Liy starts, “Obtaining this amount of alcohol was not easy.”

“Somehow, concocting the various recipes of these drinks was even harder,” Xen continues, “So we apologize if the quality is not to your standard.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” Jaqui says, already finishing half of a bottle of wine, “This is already plenty. Plus, it’s impossible for anyone to make alcohol taste bad.”

“Debatable,” Dani objects, “And have you no shame? You couldn’t at least wait to see if they wanted any?”

“It is no trouble, really,” Val assures, ...

... “There is plenty for everyone. Help yourselves.”

“Well, yeah, but still, common courtesy, you know? Mandy, back me up here.”

“Hm?” Mandy replies, downing a Mai Tai.

Dani gives her a look of unamusement, making me laugh. I then turn my attention back to the platters of the cups of sunshine. Ok, with how much time has passed, I think it should be about 11:30 or something. A bit too early in some areas. However, with how time here works, I’m pretty sure it’s around two hours ahead. So I’m pretty sure just a few drinks wouldn’t hurt.

I grab a raspberry mimosa, bringing it to my nostrils to give it a whiff. Good Lord, that smells like joy. I give it a sip, immediately melting at the flavors. This tastes amazing. I bring the cup away from my lips, looking to admire the beautiful drink again. But for some reason, the cup’s empty. Ok, I guess I was thirstier than I thought. Alright, as long as I just remember to pace myself, I should be fine.

I grab a wine glass and open another bottle, filling the glass half way full of the red liquidy goodness. Hm. Ok, this cup isn’t nearly as big as the ones we use at home. So just a little more should be a good amount, right? Sure, what the hell. I fill up the cup a quarter more. Ok, that should be good. I take a small sip, savoring the taste of the simple, yet satisfying treat. God, that’s delicious. I place the glass down, discovering that, yet again, my cup is empty. Ok, ok, that’s enough. No more.

But of course, just as I say ...