[for Marissa]

[whiskytango_rto]

[Continued from here]

Much as he wasn't used to this part of a relationship anymore, he couldn't say he minded that their time was suddenly more about making out than talking.  Like food, and friends, there would be time for that later.  Logically, that meant there'd be time to make out later, but he was getting pretty fond of the lifeguard's stand

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[shareofdevils]

While it was an issue Marissa hadn't even been aware of having until a week ago, the fact remained that she was relieved to have someplace private to go when she wanted to make out with the guy she liked. Dating Ryan had absolutely spoiled her in that respect, as he came complete with his own mini-mansion and little threat of anyone listening in. Much as she loved Summer, she just wasn't willing to share this with her, even peripherally.

She wasn't precisely an aggressive drunk, but Marissa certainly didn't lack for enthusiasm when under the influence. So what if she was laying on a hideous piece of shag on the floor of a lifeguard stand. It didn't seem to matter much when instinct was telling her she was right where she needed to be. One long leg draped over Ray, she shifted closer, very aware of what she was doing but not exactly aware of the consequences.

[whiskytango_rto]

He wasn't going to pretend he hadn't found a somewhat private bathroom in the compound to jerk off in, after the last time, resisting the urge to bang his head against the wall as he did so, but this was another situation entirely. Laying out on the floor allowed for a lot more contact and she didn't seem afraid to give it.

Maybe that was the double-edged part of this gift--the further it went, the further he wanted it to go, and he didn't think she'd appreciate it if he left her at some point, drunk and worked up on an ugly rug, to take care of himself so he could come back and keep making out with her. It would've been easier if they'd gone somewhere with a bathroom, but here they were again, a tiny room, a door, a shelf, and when he rolled over she ended up on top of him, bodies sliding, and he groaned self-pityingly into her mouth. This would be so much easier if he were the drunk one, or at least on equally inebriated footing. Then he could ignore the voice in his head telling him not to push it, or ask for something they'

[shareofdevils]

The shift of position made her feel more in control, adding to the booze, which had made her not worry about whether she knew what she was doing. Having a very limited sexual experience hardly seemed to matter when you were straddling a man and had your tongue in his mouth.

Suddenly breathless and extremely warm, Marissa drew back, lips parted and flushed, hair falling loose around their faces like a curtain. They were on the precipice of something nameless, and her body was screaming at her to go go go, but a dim uncertainty had dawned in the back of her mind, giving her enough pause to place her here, panting and nearly trembling from need or indecision or the way the small space between them seemed practically electrified, not knowing what to say or do, not knowing what she wanted.

[whiskytango_rto]

"Um," he started, pausing to breathe and drop his head back. "You okay?" He wasn't expecting a straight answer, wasn't even sure why he was asking. There had to be something wrong with him where he had a girl on top of him and he still didn't know where it was going, but he didn't even have the heart to ask. It was weird, how quickly he could fall out of that horny devil dog bit, or at least put it away when she was around. He swallowed, missing it stupidly, and stared up at her.