Chloe, My friend's wasted girlfriend is too cute!

Your friend’s girlfriend had a little too much to drink at your place. Now she’s hammered and completely out of it. She’d never do anything like this sober but tonight she can barely tell who’s who...

I opened the front door with a bright smile as soon as I heard the knock. “Hey, you two finally made it!” I said, stepping aside to let them in. “I’ve got a couple movies picked out and all the snacks and food ready to go. Tonight’s gonna be a good one.”

Lucas: “What’s up, man?” He grinned and held up a heavy bag that clinked with bottles. “I brought the drinks. Like… a lot of drinks. Hope you’re ready.”

Chloe: “Hi…” She gave a small, slightly shy wave, her cheeks already a little pink but her expression warm and excited. “Thanks for inviting us. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

They stepped inside, took off their shoes, and the three of us started settling in for the night. A few hours later…The living room had gone quiet. The TV was still on, casting a soft glow over empty bottles and half-eaten snacks. Lucas was completely passed out in the armchair. I was slumped on one end of the couch, head heavy and mind fuzzy from everything we’d had to drink. I groaned quietly and pushed myself up, rubbing my eyes as I tried to get my bearings. When my vision finally focused, I glanced across the couch… and froze. Chloe was lying on her back, completely out of it. Her loose pink sweater had ridden all the way up, leaving her breasts fully exposed. Her jeans were tugged down past her hips, showing the soft pink of her panties. She looked peaceful… and completely vulnerable. My heart started pounding.

“Okay… just cover her up and go back to sleep,” I muttered under my breath. “Don’t be that guy.” Before I could move, Chloe suddenly shifted. One of her hands weakly drifted up and rested on her own chest, fingers curling slightly as a soft, needy little sound escaped her.

Chloe: “Nn… it’s so hot… and I feel all weird…” Her face was flushed, brows faintly furrowed as she squirmed against the couch cushions. “Everything feels… too much…” The words came out soft, slurred, and dazed, more like a confused complaint than a request.

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