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Denise felt horrible because her boyfriend had broken up with her. So she decided to put on her sluttiest outfit and go to the frat party. Short skirt, white panties, halter with no bra, flip flops. She was skinny but had creamy thighs that could make guys drool.

When she got there she started drinking right away and looking for a guy to make her feel dirty. The frat boys just humilated her, squeezed her ass and called her names, which she didn't like. So she wandered outside, walking around in the dark. Finally she found herself sitting on a curb with a bottle of Jack Daniels, her head in an alcoholic swirl.

Suddenly a car came by and stopped with a screech. A guy got out. "Are you ok?" he said.

OOC: Denise is young, voluptuous, drunk, and is looking for a guy like you. But for some complicating reason you can't deliver the goods right away. Maybe you're inexperienced, clumsy, married or have a gf, you're a pizza delivery guy who's working.

Tried this a while ago and enjoyed the character, so I'm giving it another go.
 
Thomas got out of the car.

Why would he do that? He had a delivery to make, but somehow, the sight of that poor, gorgeous woman sitting at the curb, almost asking to be runned over by a drunk driver.

"Are you ok?"

He asked. She was surely drunk. Poor girl. He would never forgive himself if she allowed her to remain there, and end up raped by those frat guys two houses away. Or worse.

The delivery boy was younger than Denise. Not too younger, but by the way he acted, slowly taking the bottle of Jack Daniels away from her reach, showed he, for once, did feel bad for her sorry state.
 
"Hey!" Denise snarled, snatching the bottle back from him. "Where are your manners young man. If you want a drink, ask nicely."

Denise squinted into the headlights glare and saw something protruding from the top of the car.

"Are you a cop? Well if you are, I confess. Cuff me!" She held out her hands, the bottle dangling precariously from one of them.

Denise had never been this drunk before and had never acted this reckless. It was just that Jason was such a shit the way he broke up with her. She didn't much care what happened now.
 
Thomas took a deep breath before proceeding. How had he done the last time his buddies had got wasted? He had to approach quietly rather than forcefully. Having a drunk girl screaming at him in the middle of the road would do no good to him.

"I guess you are not okay after all. I'm no cop."

He sat just beside her, watching her trying to make some sense of her words. She was in such a sorry state... and he had a pizza to deliver. Heck, but he could not allow her to stay here. What if tomorrow's headline was "Woman Murdered" ?

He could not risk it.

"What is your name, girl? I'm Thomas."
 
Denise put down her hands with a gesture of feigned disappointment, as if she'd wanted to be arrested. She held out her hand to shake hands.

"Thomas, kind sir." She spat out the words in a mock dignified tone. "I am Denise, ex-girlfriend of Jason, new girlfriend of Jack." She held up the bottle so the label showed.

"Since you are such a kind gentleman, you may drink."

Thomas was leaning over her, so Denise thought she ought to stand up. She pushed up, but couldn't steady herself. Thomas caught her just as she was about to fall. One hand went around her waist pressing into her flat belly, the other grabbed her shoulder. Denise smiled at him as if it were an embrace.

"Mmmmm...that's nice, Thomas."
 
Bloody Hell! He had got twice or thrice drunk, but never as wasted as this girl was!

"Careful, Denise... can't you stand?"

He thought not. Shit. She was way out of line, here. And worse, she was way too hot for him. Thomas had considered, not for the first time, to take advantage of her - but somehow, something told him it was just plain wrong. But that did not prevented him of getting aroused by the way she seemed so vulnerable to any advances.

"Here.", he threw one of her arms around his shoulder, and took her by her tummy, leading her towards the car. Opening the back door, he kindly yet fiercely forced her inside. He could not allow her to lay there, wasted. He laid her sitting inside the car, and entered beside her in the backseat, closing the door. The less people watched her state, the best for the poor girl.

"Denise, listen to me.", he said, this time taking the bottle from her hands and throwing it away. It barely got anything, anyway. "Why are you drunk? What happened to Jason?"
 
"Shit," Denise raised herself up, her mouth agape, and watched the bottle crash against the curb and spill into a puddle. "I've never seen anybody do that."

Thomas had laid her across the back seat. She had offered only token resistance, though the struggle had left her skirt pushed up high on her thigh and one halter strap had falled down an arm.

"Well, Thomas, sir, you have officially rescued me from a night of blissful inebriation. I was within seconds of taking another sip from that bottle."

"Now what was it you asked me? Oh, Jason. That shit prick broke up with me and didn't even tell me. I log on to facebook, and see this thing from Shana, 'Sorry to hear you guys broke up. Is he available?"

"Can you believe it? 'Is he available?' she said. So suddenly I got no boyfriend and total shit for friends." She paused, then added with a smirk, "Which is why it's a crying shame you broke that bottle."

She looked up at him.

"Unless you got something better in mind?" She slipped off a flip flop, reached out her foot, and gave a teasing caaress to his leg. Her skirt rode up so that, for that brief moment, her thighs were completely uncovered.

Then Denise looked around. "Thomas," she asked in a perplexed tone, "what are we doing on the back seat?"
 
"We are clearing up your head so you won't do anything stupid."

Thomas wasn't in a foul mood, but Denise was completely wasted - and that is never a nice thing to witness unless you are also stoned. He felt as she started to rub her foot against his leg, but he had to control himself, even as she could see the full glory of her long, white legs...

No! Focus, Tom!

"You are wasted, Denise. And although I understand your reasons, you went too far. For grief's sake, girl, you could have been trampled by a car laying there on the curb! Someone could easily get his fellows and rape you!"

"Have you talked to Jason? Or did you done it all on an outburst?"

He said, all the while trying to keep her leg from reaching his. Reaching to her with a hand, he kindly yet fiercely hold her, not allowing her to continue. She was so soft and warm... he had to shake those arousing feelings from his body. Even though as he could feel his balls ticklish as he watched over Denise's long legs.

"Do you remember where do you live?"
 
Denise growled under her breath.

"Thomas, Jason is a low-life shit head that doesn't deserve to be talked to by anyone. Can you get your little head around what he did? He's already making plans to fuck my best friend even before he has the balls to tell me about it. Now what do think I have to talk to him about?"

"My mission tonight was to dress up in my sluttiest outfie and get drunk so some horny guy would take advantage of me."

As she said that she ran her foot up the inside of his leg, but he grabbed it before she got too far.

"Now you want to sober me up? What on god's earth do you want to do that for?"

She paused, concentrating.

"Ohh," she said, "You've got a girlfriend who expects you to be a good boy." She said that in a teasing tone.

"Well then," she signed, "just take me home, I guess. It's that way, then right on Walnut, then three blocls."
 
"I don't. I don't have a girlfriend.", he awnsered, more dissapointed than angry at her remark.

"And why would you want to get a horny nobody to be with you, Denise? I mean, look at you! You have awesome looks, you must have a male friend to hook up with, don't you? Come on, forget about Jason. If he did that he is not worthy of your time or your frienship. Nor is you friend that was just about to spread her legs to him."

He started to almost unconsciously slide his hand against her foot, in a caressing motion more trying to confort Denise's conflicting head than actually court her.

"Hear, let me drive you home, and then you can take a shower and sleep. Ok?"
 
Denise rolled her eyes.

"Ok," she sighed, "You can drive me home. And I'll call one of my 'male friends'." She was mocking him, and hoped it didn't hurt his feelings.

Thomas got out, got in the front seat, and started the car. Denise was quietly resigned to her fate.

"You don't think drunk girls are attractive, that's it, isn't it? And here I thought I was laying the ground work for an irresistible bargain."
 
It was good for Thomas that his last delivery would still be made on time, as it's adress laid just a quarter before Denise's home. Disregarding her drunk comments, he just took on the wheel.

"No, Denise. I find you very, very attractive, but it ain't be right to force you. You have gorgeous legs, girl."

"And I... well... I haven't been with a girl for some time, now..."

He had never, actually. The farthest he had got was a pity blowjob. Why was he telling the girl he had just met this details of his personal life? Somehow, Thomas did not think of Denise as a thread to himself. Perhaps to his integrity, but little more.

Making a quick pit stop to deliver the last of his pizza's, he took off again to her house.
 
"Well shit fire, my luck is changing right before my eyes. Thomas, kind sir, you have got one horny chick in your back seat whose sole mission in life is to change your sexual status from 'deprived' to 'satisfied'."

She reached a foot up to fondle Thomas's ear as he turned the corner. He took a quick glance at the back seat and saw her legs splayed wide apart as she extended her leg.

"Now Thomas, kind sir, if you like it sober better than drunk, you can fix me a cup of coffee before I do what needs to be done."
 
"It seems my luck is changing as well.", he laughted.

Yeah. Sure. Like if sober a girl as gorgeous as Denise would fuck him. Hah.

They've finally arrived. Getting out of the car, Thomas offered her his hand in order to help her craddle over him so he could help her climb the front stairs. Otherwise, she would just fall to the ground as she had already did earlier.

"Let's see what we can do once you sober up, eh, dear?"
 
"Thomas, kind sir, you are a true gentleman helping a girl of unstable mobility climb these stairs. Generous rewards await you for your efforts."

She fumbled with her keys, squinting so find the right one, and finally got the building lock open. Finally she got it open and they went upstairs to her apartment. It was a efficiency apartment, only a little larger than a dorm room. There was a kitchenette and a living room, then separate rooms for the bed and bath.

Thomas sat on the couch while Denise put on a pot of coffee. He was looking around, a little forlorn seeming, when she finished getting the coffee started. She walked over to the couch and climed on his lap, straddling his legs with hers, facing him, with her breasts in his face.

"Now Thomas, since we can't possibly get this escapade started until I sober up, please tell me the sordid tale of your sexual deprivation."

Her soft hands gripped his cheeks. Then she brushed one hand through his hair. Then she leaned forward and brushed her breast against his cheek, with the nipple clearly outlined under the thin fabric of her halter.
 
It was too much for him to handle.

She did not allowed him any time as she pratically pounced over himself, pinning him under her, taking her heavy breasts towards his face. A drop of cold sweat started to run down the side of his face, as he finally had a woman over his lap. A mere reflex to his vision, something started to bulge under his pants, out of his control.

He allowed himself to delve in the delight of her touch. It seemed that she, among all women, knew his distress.

"I... I...", he said as she brushed her breasts against his cheeks, "I've never really been with a woman."
 
Denise's mouth flew open in amazement.

"Oh, Thomas, my boy, my unplucked rose, what a treasure God has sent to me this night. This is indeed a very special occasion."

She felt his erection beneath her and pressed her hips down in a swirling motion.

"Mmmmm...." Denise moaned.

"Thomas," she said, "I confess I've never been in this particular situation. It does seem like some kind of deflowering ceremony is in order. Do you have any words to say before you part with your virginity for the very last time?"
 
"Well, Denise...", he mumbled, trying to form a coherent string of speech, "... I have never been in this situation either", he smiled at his own joke.

It was stronger than his self-control. He had grown hard for Denise, and was glad she did not mock him for it. He forced his groin instinctivelly upwards, laying both hands at her luscious hips.

Damn it, he thought. It escaped his control when he entered her apartment.
 
"Well shit Thomas, we've got to do something special. You can't have just regular old sex for your first time."

Denise looked around the room. Then she hopped sprite-like off of his lap and skittered over to a book shelf. Standing on a chair, she reached for a crown that she'd stolen after a high school play she'd been in long ago. Then she ran over to a pile of laundry and pulled out a big bath towel. She put the towel around her shoulders to make a cape and the crown on her head.

"Krrriiiiisssshhhhh....," she made a percussive sound like a big explosion. Then she walked slowly and regally into the middle of the room.

"I am Lord Karishina, god of all human sexuality. Sir Thomas the Virgin, you have rescued a helpless damsel from a certain doom. As a reward, I have sent the Sex Goddess Denise, whom no man can resist, down to you to convey you to manhood. Are you worthy and desirous of this gift, sir?"

Denise hoped Thomas was in a playful mood.
 
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At first, Denise's action had stradled Thomas so hard that he almost jumped from his seat and towards the door. He noticed her hand and walking had steadied. Perhaps she was not drunk anymore. Her words were coherent. This way the young man made himself believe that she was sobering up after the half-hour licquorless.

"I am, my Lord... eh, Lady..."

He said playfully, gathering his hands togheter in a pleading motion, smiling all the while to Denise's role. He would do so much as to sell a leg to be allowed into her spread legs, now.
 
Denise still had a good strong buzz from the Jack Daniels, and this was a definite factor in her playful mood. She had had to brace herself reaching for the crown, but seemed to be able to manage walking. But her speech was slow and measured, and some words didn't come out right.

"Goddess Denise," she said with the male voice, "Are you prepared to deliver this worthy young man your most irresistable sexual gifts."

She took off the crown, stepped to the side, and affected a demure, female voice

"Yes, your highness, I am prepared"

Then she put the crown back on and spoke again.

"The let the ceremony begin. Goddess Denise, go to the young man and deliver the preparatory kiss."

Denise set the crown down, skittered over to the couch, made a little jump and landed beside Thomas on her knees. She leaned over and cradled his face in her hands. Then she licked her lips and brought them to his. She closed her eyes and slipped her tongue into his mouth.
 
Thomas was amused at Denise's display of joyfulness. Allowing himself to gigle at her roleplay, he was almost taken back as she knelt beside him, and caressed his features.

He kissed her back viercely, savagely, almost completely taken by his own lust to delve in her caresses. Taking both hands up, he craddled her own head as well, sliding his fingers around her fine features. Was it right? He wasn't really taking any advantage of Denise, was he? Not only did she liked it, but he had been quite taken for her milky legs since the beggining.
 
"Mmmmmm....." that's real nice kissing.

Denise drew back and gazed into his eyes, her pink lips moist from his saliva. Then she went back down, their tongues intertwining again in reckless passion.

"This is makin' me really hot," she whispered in his ear.
 
Thomas groaned as well, taking his hands to slide lower against Denise's back, caressing her like a lover, not a mere partner.

"Well... I am really hard...", he lowered his eyes to show her his own massive bulge under his pants, aching for some attention.
 
Denise felt his hand slide down her back. Quickly she grabbed it.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no." She sighed. "Lord Karishina has not authorized that yet. We must ask his permissioin."

She jumped up, hopped to the middle of the room, got down on her knees, and spoke in the high-pitched voice of the Goddess.

"Lord Karishina, kind sir, omnipotent ruler of all avenues of human passion, Virgin Thomas wishes to move on to Free-Hand Exploration."

Then she turned to Thomas, and growled as an aside, "Some people call this part the Dry Grope."

Then she jumped up and put on the crown.

"Goddess Denise, you know how those vulgar terms displease me. Please mind your tongue."

Lord Karishina turned to Thomas.

"Virgin Thomas, I understand that you want to proceed. You understand that in this stage of the ceremony, hand are to touch only clothed areas. Do you think you will be able to withstand the temptation?"
 
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