The Protege chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Protege chapter 1

... week, and for everyone to enjoy some beach time.

I had not felt this drunk... maybe ever. I knew this had to be the last one or I would be passed out and blacked out. It was 8:00PM and I could feel the heat radiating from my cheeks. "I must look like a tomato," I thought to myself. If I ever get tipsy, my cheeks immediately turn red and warm up. They were on fire.

"Shall we have a soak in the hot tub," she asked sounding like she was stone sober.

"shlure," I responded, embarrassed. "I'm slorry, these drinks are hitting me hard. I need to stlop after this one."

"I didn't mean to lead you astray Lecia," she said smiling. "I'm not usually a drinker either, but I'm just so happy I found you. It's been a real joy spending time with you, I kind of lost count. As I said I usually get up around 5:00 for a jog and gym session on Saturday, so I usually turn in between 9:00 and 10:00 when I'm at home. I'm not the alcoholic, close the bars down business person. And I'm glad to hear you're not a party girl either. The stakes are too high these days to let yourself get in a compromising position.

Let's get our suits on, have a soak and call it a night. Are you still up for a morning workout?" she asked sounding genuinely concerned about me.

"Shlure... Sure thing," I replied. I could not help but giggle.

"Oh, my you do have it bad," she laughed, standing up. "Woah." She swayed and steadied herself. "I think I may be a bit lit, myself."

She laughed and stepped over to ...

... me, reaching out a hand. I grabbed her hand and steadied myself as I stood up. My head spun as I stood swaying a bit. "Oh my, I am feeling it... Wow... Note to self. Manhattans will sneak up on you."

She gripped my hand firmly and pulled it across her shoulders. "We'll steady one another, Lecia," she said as we began to step arms across each other's shoulders.

I had never liked the shortened version of my name, but from Cynthia, I loved it. It was like I was getting a new best friend. I wondered if I dared call her Cindy but decided I would not find out. Her room was almost directly across the hall from my room. Although I would not call it a room. It was and en suite plus. It had a bedroom, sitting area, walk in closet and full bath with tub and shower and double sink and separate toilet. I would have been a Master suite in 99.9% of homes. But here it was a guest room... One of four.

She felt warm and steady as we walked. When she released me, I focused and managed not to sway or stumble.

"I'll meet you in the hot tub in ten," she said happily.

"Sure thing!" I said emphatically, without slurring and both laughed.

"Well slaid," she laughed. I assumed slurring on purpose.

I went to the bathroom, peed, washed my hands and face. My cheeks were glowing, and my head was in full spin mode. I splashed cold water on my face and tried my best to sober up quick. I put on my new red bikini. When I looked at myself, in the mirror, I had to laugh. My cheeks seemed as ...