Step-By-Step(4)

Banging My Drunk “Roommate”




By Jenevieve DeBeers



© Copyright 2012, Jenevieve DeBeers, All Rights Reserved



Randy Gibson heard a grunt and crash outside the front door. His breath caught, knowing it could mean only one thing. Mercy was home early. He's had a crush on her since the day their parents introduced them, and announced their impending marriage. That was three years ago.

He was on his way to bed, it being eleven o'clock. Mercy was the party animal of the family, while he was more of a play by the rules kind of guy. In a word, she had a lot more fun in one night of carousing than he had in his entire life.

Heart racing, Randy went to the front door and opened it. Mercy was on hands and knees collecting all the stuff that fell out of her purse. He just stood there and took in all of her gorgeous glory. Mercedes "Mercy" Sullivan was a tiny thing, at just five feet tall, but she had the thickest, shiniest mane of dark brown hair he'd ever seen. Everyone called it her crowning glory. Mercy had big blue eyes and full red lips, and a spectacular, curvy, busty body.

She had three major problems: she was a drunk, she knew she was hot, and worst of all, she knew Randy had the hots for her.

"Need help?" he said.

Mercy sat back on her legs and looked up at him. It took her a second to focus and a sultry smile slowly spread across her face. "Yeah, naughty boy, you'd like to get your greedy paws on my stuff." She locked eyes with him, and pushed her large boobs together. "No can do, my body is not for you, step-brother."

Randy's eyes dropped to her boobs as she squashed them, making his balls tighten up and dick tingle. Mercy was wearing a barely there red corset dress, that pushed her tits up dangerously. He couldn't believe she didn't pop out of it with every movement. At the moment, the top half of both areolas were exposed.

"A simple no would've sufficed," he said, as his eyes traveled down her legs, sheathed in black fishnet hose and back stiletto pumps. She also wore lots of big, flashy silver jewelry at ears, throat, and wrists. "Have a nice night, Mercy. I'm going to bed."

"You're ain't... I mean, you're not no fun," Mercy said, struggling to her feet.

She swayed a second, tottering atop her sky high stilettos. Mercy threw her arms up to gain balance, but that just sent her staggering backwards and finally pulled her tits out of her top. Randy gawked, seeing her complete exposed boobs for the first time, and then she regained some control of her body and staggered past Randy and into the house. Mercy bounced off Randy and into the door jamb as she passed.

"Ouch," she said. "Don't push me."

"I didn't…nevermind," he said, shaking his head. She was a mess, a very hot mess. He so wanted to bang her brains out, but she was so damned annoying when drunk. "I liked you better before you were old enough to drink."

He quickly stepped out the door, picked up her forgotten purse, and returned. Closing the door, he placed her purse on the side table.

"Poor baby, only eighteen and can't drink," she said as she reached for her purse, and stumbled into the side table and made everything rattle. "Stupid table."

"Quiet. You'll wake our parents up," he said. They both knew neither her father nor his mother wanted to deal with her while she was a drunken mess.

"Shhhh," she said, and giggled. "Hey, my tits fell out again. I hate it when that happens." She turned to him and pushed them together. "See?"

"Ah, yes, I can see them," he said.

She got the most sultry, wicked look as she wagged her brows at him. All of his desire, his longing for her erupted, surging through him. Her smoky eyes called to him. Her full, glossy lips begged to be kissed. And that body, was made to hold, caressed, and screw ten times a day. Randy had wanted her for three years, and Mercy had taunted and teased him the whole time.

"I bet…," she started to say, but began to shut down and sag. He thought she was going to pass out in midsentence and while still standing. It'd happened before, but she suddenly perked up. "What are you looking at?"

Randy shook his head and looked to the heavens. She'd already forgotten what she was talking about, and didn't even remember her boobs were exposed. He didn't feel like reminding her, either. In fact, he rather enjoyed looking at them. Her tits were just as beautiful as he'd imagined, and he imagined a lot.

Mercy went off on one of her trips into la-la land, and started singing under her breath as she danced. She was oblivious to the world, wrapped up in her own little drunken world. Randy smiled as he watched her boobs jostling so sexily, her long, delicate fingers stroking her well rounded hips, and then going up to sink deep in her long, silky hair.