The Life and Times of Kori, Part One

She needed to get drunk, really, really drunk. But others had been calling her an “alcohloic in training” so she decided she needed an excuse. Luckily for, the powers that be decided to shine their graces on her- for once.

“Sis, do you have next Friday off?” her brother asked her.

“No.” she responded after looking at the schedule stuck on the fridge, “Why?”

“Clare and I are getting married.”

“What.” Kori asked, Adam and Clare had just gotten back together.

“That’s what I borrowed the money off you for, we bought our marriage license today.” Adam held up a manilla envelope with the two newly engaged names on it. Kori let out a puff of air. Adam took her silence as a good sign and continued, “We need someone to witness it.”

“Friday’s in three days, Adam.” Kori said, “Are you two sure…”

“Yes.” he cut her off. Just then Clare walked in. After the perfunctory congratulations, Adam and Clare went to discuss who they would now get to witness them exchange vows in front of a two-bit lawyer and Kori sat down to think.

A small smile spread on her face- this was just the excuse she was looking for.

That night, at about eleven o’clock, Kori and Clare made their way to the bar right down from the house. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into having a bachelorette party!” Clare said to Kori, but the smile on her face showed she was looking forward to it.

“I don’t know much about ‘party’, it’s just the two of us.” Kori said. Clare had gone a bit conservative with her attire, being that she was engaged and Adam was there when they left, wearing a pair of capri’s and a thicker tank top that hinted at little and showed less. Kori, on the other hand, had no significant other. While still wearing capri’s, she had a tee-shirt that absolutely plunged into her breasts, topped off with a necklace with the charm resting snugly between her large cups. Not exactly slutty but the closest thing Kori would ever get to it.

They walked into the bar to find it rather empty. A few beers later, however, both were getting louder and the bar was getting fuller. Three shots later and the girls had met a new friend. Another beer and a couple more shots later, three guys just couldn’t be apart from the two girls long enough to make their way back to the bathroom.

One such friend had walked up to the bar on the pretense of buying a drink when he looked over at them, “Nice hair.” he told Clare, then turning to Kori, “Nice necklace.” his voice growing slightly deeper. Both girls looked at each other and giggled, something neither was prone to but alcohol has that effect on even the most stern of people. “You two out looking for a good time? Looks like you found it.” he said, noting the way they were giggling.

“It’s a bachelorette party!” Kori said, now excited that the two were getting married. When he asked who, Clare raised her hand and the guy bought her a drink. “Let me get my friends. They’ll want to toast the happy news too.” he said then walked off. He shortly returned with his friends. They bought a round of shots and everyone toasted to the new couple, well half of it, and downed their shots. Kori then looked at their new drunken friends. The one that had sat next to her was rather cute…

“Name’s Randy.” he said, holding out his hand. She responded and they shook. They then struck up a conversation. Suddenly, Clare tried to stand to go to the restroom and couldn’t.

“I don’t think I can walk home!” she laughed. Kori called Adam who promptly came to pick the two up.

“I’m gonna stay a bit.” Kori said. Adam wearily eyed the men around them and told her no. “I’m not done!” Kori protested, “And I can still walk home. If I need you to come get me, I’ll call.” Adam relunctantly agreed, mostly because he was having a hard time keeping Clare in an upright position.

Kori could no longer feel her nose and was entering that stage of drunkenness where she loved the whole world and everyone in it. She turned to Randy, “Can I have a hug?” she asked.

“If I can have a kiss.” he responded, opening his arms. Kori smile, leaned in for her hug then looked up. Randy gave her a small smile then tilted his head. He kissed her, a little relunctantly at first, then deeper and slowly adding more passion. Kori ended it and sat back up in her seat. They had another round and looked around. Randy’s friends had been pulled into a game of darts, leaving the two of them alone. “Wanna get out of here?” Randy asked her, “My dad’s place isn’t far from here.”

Kori agreed, giving him a sly look. They left a tip and walked out the door, Randy waving bye to his friends who all had knowing looks on their faces. On the walk to Randy’s dad’s, Kori learned that Randy lived and worked in a town about two hours away and was in town for a few weeks visiting family. His dad lived with his infeebeled grandmother and owned a garage he sold art out of. Kori recognized the place, having often driven past it.

Randy opened the door to the garage and led her in. They exchanged small talk then Randy asked, “Can I get another kiss?”

Kori pulled him over to sit on the couch with her and started to kiss him with such force that Randy was slightly taken aback. He eased into it and soon let her take over. She playfully bit at his lip and nipped his tongue, arching her back so that her chest was flush against his. Oh, god she needed this. Even if it just ended here, she’d be happy.

Things progressed. Hands roamed over and under each others’ shirt. Shirts were soon lost. “God you have gorgeous tits!” Randy exclaimed after sitting back to view her in her bra. He reached up and grabbed them with such force Kori gasped, arching her back to press her breasts further into his hands. He played with her breasts, kneading them, groping, sliding his fingers across her sensitive nipples. God, this felt good. “What size are you?” he asked as he undid the clasp of her bra.

“38-D.” she responded. He moaned and quickly leaned into to suck on her neck, never stopping his exploration of her chest. He stopped only briefly to sit back and look at her in her shirtless glory before returning to her neck.

Kori’s hands were roaming aroung Randy’s back, scratching, pulling, rubbing. They lifted to his hair. She played with his hair a bit then began to pull. Randy gave a groan fraught with pleasure as he was forced to look at Kori’s face. She forcefully kissed him, this time, holding no bars. She bit, nipped and began to suck on his tongue. She felt Randy moan into her mouth. He pulled back, “Want something to suck?” he asked. Kori gave a mischievious grin as he stood up a little to pull his pants to his knees.

Once he was seated again, Kori positively dove onto his member, like a man long stranded in the desert will a water fountain. She began slowly, gently bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. She could hear his breathing becoming labored. She went a bit faster, applying more of her pierced tongue. His breath quickened, hitched. She reached a hand up to message his balls, he moaned. That did it for Kori, his moaning was the biggest incentive she had, it was her life’s source at the moment, if he moaned, she was in heaven. She reapplied herself to his cock with renewed vigor. Pressing her tongue ring along the line of the vein, sucking hard on the head, running her hand up and down the shaft with her mouth. She only paused once to take some time to pay attention to his balls, lightly pulling each into her mouth, just enough to give him a twinge of pain, to enhance the pleasure. He gave a gutteral moan, the sound of which sent spams of pleasure down her spine.

He shoved her off, “I want to fuck those tits.” he said, pushing her to her back. She pushed her breasts together and he ran his cock up and down the void between them. She began to play with her tits with one hand and explore the front of his body with the other,
giving him many scratch marks across his chest, trying to pull it close to her. “Play with your tits!” he
told her and she immediately returned both hand to her breasts, pinching her nipples, pulling on them, making them hard for him.

He soon began to pant. His breathing became more labored and his moans of a slightly higher pitch, “I’m gonna cum, baby!” he told her. She promptly grabbed his ass, pulling him closer to her mouth. She took him into her mouth and resumed the oral ministrations of earlier. “Damn, girl, you’re crazy!”

He was close, she could tell by his breathing, by his rocking motions. His hands found her hair and began pulling it out of the ponytail she’d had it in to keep it off her neck. This just made her suck harder. She grabbed his ass again, pulling forward as though she could not get enough of him in her mouth, leaving scratch marks on his ass. “Oh, fuck!” he sighed, “Oh, fuck!”

And then he came. Kori could feel the jets of cum hitting the back of her mouth, sliding on her tongue. She sucked harder to both finish him off and to make sure she got it all. When he sat back, he was exhausted, and so was she. Each only sat up long enough to light a ciggerette then leaned back against the couch again, a smile on both faces.

“Good for you?” Kori asked, she prided herself on this act, it had never let her down yet. Such an ego booster.

“Amazing.” was all he managed to get out. He gave her a sleepy smile.

“I better be getting home soon.” she said, bending over to pick up her discarded shirt and bra, “Adam will wonder where I’ve gotten to.”

“Wait a moment.” he said, stopping her, he looked at her breasts again, “Just wanted one more look at those amazing tits.”

As she exited the garage, she was the queen of the world. They had exchanged numbers, both wanting to be friends. The thought was nice, Kori thought, but chances were they wouldn’t see each other again. Still, they’d always have the memory.