EXTRACT FOR
A Lapse Of Judgement
(Chuck James)

1.30am

Bass beat hammered into my ears as I tried to chat with the cute black chick with a fat friend.

Now I remember suggesting, or should I shouting into her ear that we find somewhere quieter to talk. The cutie had nodded and flashed me the most beautiful smile. I do recall finding a lounge at the back of the club, low lights, comfortable seating in booths that offered some serious privacy.

I ordered drinks, a little sad that her fat and ugly friend had also tagged along. I understand I guess, a chubby bodyguard out to protect virtue, a fat black bulldog to growl if I got too fresh.

In the end it didn't work out like that, several beers and Jack Daniels later and I had my fingers in her cunt and my tongue in her mouth. I hadn't even blinked when soft lips had surrounded my cock, it never really filtered through my whiskey addled mind that the fat friend was busy sucking me as I groped her cute mate. But hey, alcohol is a wonderful thing? some of the time.

***

8.30am

What the fuck happened last night? I asked myself the question while I tried to decide if I was actually still alive. I won't bore you with details, but lets just say I had several heavy metal bands competing in my head and my mouth felt as though a tramp had been sleeping there for weeks.

Sunday morning after Saturday night, and I know most of you reading this aren't gonna be throwing too many stones? because we've all been there.

Half dead and probably still more than half pissed I kept my eyes tightly shut and debated if I dare get up? and then it happened, I felt movement at my side and realised that against all the odds I had managed to bring the cutie home. That stunning black angel was in my bed? I hoped I had the stamina to fuck her.

***

Oh Fuck!

Those were the exact words that reared out of my confusion as I opened my eyes, she was sitting up and looking down at me. I think I must have blinked a couple of times in utter disbelief, maybe I thought that when I opened again it would be cutie staring down on me rather than fatty.

Now there is an old expression that's connected to alcohol. It states? When I'm drunk I have never gone to bed with an ugly woman? but I've woken up with a few the next morning! It couldn't have been more apt.

"Hi baby, you finally woke up." 

I felt her hand squeeze my wilted cock, I saw her smile, it didn't improve her looks, it just made her chubby face look even fatter as her cheeks seemed to puff up.

"What happened?"

It was a bit of a dumb-ass question to ask, it was pretty obvious really. I had been so drunk that I had made a serious lapse of judgement.

"We were all a bit drunk." she giggled, "Debs was even worse than you, so we put her in a taxi. I was going to go with her, but..." she giggled again. "You didn't seem to want me to leave."

"I didn't want you to leave?" I tried to keep incredulity from my tone, but hell, I probably didn't succeed.

Clearly she hadn't noticed because she continued as her fingers softly worked my stubbornly soft meat. "Oh yeah, I couldn't keep you out of my panties, I think you would have bent me over on the street if I'd let you."

It didn't sound like me, not really. She wasn't my type, damn it was difficult to decide exactly who's type she was.

I tried to focus? could I really have wanted her like she maintained?