Elisha laughed at a random joke as she grabbed the vodka bottle being passed to her. She and a group of friends were all out drinking in the middle of the woods in the freezing cold of the middle of winter. Well, at least they couldn't feel it. Elisha took a big swig of the vodka bottle and then doubled over, barely swallowing the liquid to avoid spewing it everywhere. She looked at the bottle. Not vodka. Spiced rum. "Who the hell handed me this?" she asked, looking around at the group to let them know that she was perfectly fine, just disgusted with the taste. "I knew from the beginning that I wasn't going to drink this shit. I thought it was the vodka!" She laughed and passed the bottle on, rejoining the conversation.

By this point, the group were thoroughly enjoying themselves, most of them completely trashed. It was a small group by most standards, only eight people. But it was more than enough for them. They were fairly tight-knit. Everybody knew each other, and everybody trusted each other.

"Elisha, come with me on the bike!"

Well, not that much trust.

"Dude, you are way too fucking drunk to drive anything," Elisha responded, laughing. There were only two people that she trusted in the group aside from herself to be able to drive and only one to drive a motorcycle as drunk as they all were.

"I am not!" David responded, hopping on the bike as if to prove his point. He swung it around to point down the gravel driveway and began heading down the long strip. He was only about halfway, imbalanced the entire time, before he laid it down.

"Shit, man!" The expletive came from Drake, the owner of the bike and, in fact, of the area in which they were drinking. Elisha thought at first that he was pissed about his bike laying down on a gravel road, but upon turning to look at his face as he took off down the driveway after his friend, she realized that he was laughing. As he approached the bike, he grabbed his friend's hand and pulled him up into a "bro hug." "How about we leave the riding for the riding days and the drinking for nights like tonight?" he asked, a big grin on his face.

Elisha couldn't help but bite her lip to hide the massive smile threatening to overtake her face. She couldn't help it. He was so chill with everything. It made the whole night a lot of fun. It made anytime around him a lot of fun. He was always there for anybody, to cheer them up or whatever they needed no matter what, even when he was this trashed. She had no doubt that if someone called him right now and said they needed help, he would be sobered up and on his way by the time he hung up the phone. It didn't hurt also that he was by all modern standards incredibly gorgeous. Curly blond locks sat atop a rather rugged face, three-day stubble shadowing his chin and cyan eyes sunk into dark sockets. And those pale pink lips pouted so naturally and perfectly that she had no idea how they had stayed alone all night. But Elisha had just as much trouble tearing her eyes away from his body just as much as his face. He was certainly not slight in form; so it took him out of her general "type." But it was worth it. Every bit of size on his body was muscle. It was not the massive gross overbearing muscle, either. It was defined but not thick.

"Elisha!"

Elisha jumped around at the sound of her name. She faced her chuckling friend Adam. Busted. Adam had been one of her best friends for years, though. She had even lived with him as roommates for a short while. She knew she could trust him with anything. Besides, she wasn't necessarily opposed to looking at him, either. Dark hair gave way to unexpectedly pale skin, although he had been obtaining more of a tan from hanging out with friends outside all the time. He was not the slightest bit small, either. At over six feet and an equally big body build, some would consider him abnormal. Elisha didn't care. He had a heart of gold. If Drake would be at a friend's side in minutes, Adam would be right behind only because he had to stop to bring food and a good bat, just in case. If there was anyone Elisha would trust her life to without a second thought, it was Adam. The baby face he had kept since he was a child, Elisha noticed, though, was growing into the adult into which he had grown. It was only a day's worth of shadow that covered Adam's lower face, because he liked to stay well-groomed; but it was definitely enough to give him a slightly more edgy look. Chocolate eyes set forward in his face to give them a striking difference. Lips of more of a cherry color pronounced themselves underneath the five 'o clock shadow, and the chiseled definition he had built upon his body from the manual labor in his life certainly did not go unnoticed. He had ridden a bike most of his life anywhere he went, and his legs showed the strength of those years in sinewy wrapping tendons.

"Are you just going to dream all night?" Adam asked.

Elisha shook her head again, having zoned out in her thoughts. With a laugh she responded, "Why not? Sometimes better than real life."

Adam shook his head and sighed. His response was confident. "We are here tonight. We have a shit ton of booze. And we're having a good time. What could be better than this?"

"I can think of a few things," Elisha responded with a wink and a mischievous smile.

Adam caught on quickly. "Anything I might be interested in?"

"Maybe. That would be your decision, I do believe." She smiled into another drink.

"Well," Adam began, moving closer, "I do believe that I might be better able to make this decision where it is quieter."

"Do you now?" Elisha asked, conceding to his prompting, however, as they moved further out. "And what decision would that be?"

Just out of earshot and eyesight of the group, Adam pushed Elisha into a nearby tree and growled possessively. "You have been one of my closest friend for quite some time, Elisha," he whispered into her ear. "Are you sure about this?"

Elisha tilted her head up to look into his eyes. "We are having fun tonight, Adam. I could never be more sure about fun. And that is all this is."

"Agreed." Adam's lips were against Elisha's almost before the word finished. Who needs Viagra? All you got to do is get a group of hot young adults and alcohol. When Adam's lips broke to travel down to her neck, he took stock of her features, as well. Her fiery red hair fell carelessly around her shoulders, but the unkempt look only enhanced her features. Baby blue eyes sat atop very pale skin, surrounded by a natural shadow that looked like she was always wearing dark eyeshadow, even though she wore no makeup at all usually. Bright red lips stuck out from her face in the perfect proportion to betray desire without desperation. She had a little extra weight on her body, but considering that a good portion of it came in the form of well-portioned attributes on both the upper and lower portions of her body, Adam didn't care. Her waist and hips still formed one of the most perfect hourglasses he had every seen, fantastic handholds, as he noted. And her legs turned into thin but strong wires, strengthened by her constant movement.

Elisha gasped as Adam nibbled on her ear, the most sensitive part of her body. And he knew it. Her fingernails bit into his upper arms, but at this point, he was long past pain. The alcohol and lust that clouded his eyes controlled his actions. His biting increased in intensity and moved down her neck. In a flash, her shirt was pulled over her head, front-clasp bra open and breasts splayed out for his admiration. Tenderly, he picked up one of the pert nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and relishing in the sound of the gasps she was trying to stifle. He allowed his hand to move up to the other side and being to tease the other nipple, tweaking, flicking, rubbing. She could no longer hold still, back arching and head being tossed back into the tree. It was all she could do to keep from screaming.

Adam believed that she should be more than ready. His hand wandered down her stomach and underneath the waistband of her jeans. No underwear. He smirked. One touch to her clit told him she was more than ready. She jolted forward and covered his hand with juices. But that, he knew, would only be the start. "Turn around." His command was headed, and he pulled her pants down, gently pushing her into a doubled over position. He steadied her by grasping her hips on either side firmly, fingers digging into tender flesh. He only took a moment to position himself before he was inside her, burying himself in deeply. It earned him a groan that she could no longer repress and stars behind his eyes. He was grateful for the alcohol. The fact that he had already spent most of the night drunk was probably the only reason he was still able to stand at this moment. Using his hands to rock her hips in time, he began thrusting. In, out. At first, they were small movements. But she obviously wanted more, and god he had wanted her for so long. All the way out and all the way back in. She threw her head back as the depth increased with that thrust, back in a very sexy curved position. Adam began increasing his speed and force, as well, each time bringing him a new reaction as they both grew closer to the edge. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold on, as she began murmuring almost unintelligible mutterings, likely begging for more. He could see her breasts jiggle back and forth with every thrust, rocking in time to his rhythm. Her hands braced anything around her for support, digging in with intense fervor, her eyes closed in ecstasy. He reached around to her abdomen as he came closer and closer to his release, pulling her closer and harder, listening to her whimper at his ministrations. Only a few more thrusts. He was so close. He gasped himself as he suddenly pulled out of her, just in time to ejaculate on the ground. Immediately, his body released the tension, doubling over on top of her, using the tree to steady himself. The two just stayed there for a few moments, panting at the exertion and attempting to steady themselves from the intoxication of both the alcohol and the amazing sex that had just occurred.

"Elisha."

The whisper above her startled Elisha incredibly, and she jumped up off the tree trunk that she had been resting on. Drake sat their looking at her with a smirk on his face. Shit. She had been daydreaming. It often happened when she was drunk. She had a very vivid imagination. VERY vivid, if the wetness she felt between her legs was any indication. She wondered if he noticed. Then her face blanched. Had she made any sounds while she had been daydreaming?

"What's the matter, sweetie? Dreaming of me again?" Drake teased.

Apparently she had done something. "Why shouldn't I be?" she retorted.

That seemed to catch him slightly off guard, but he covered it well by chuckling. "I don't know. Why should you be?"

"Because you are a gorgeous man who lends himself to fantasy," she replied. Score. Even while drunk, she knew how to use her words.

"Do I now?" Drake responded, stopping his pacing that he had been doing. He looked at her, mischief obvious in his eyes, smile inviting. "And just what do you want to do about it?"

Elisha was normally not so forward, but she was drunk and she was here to have a good time. Risks be damned. "This." She walked directly up and placed her lips on his, one hand on either side of his face. Pleasantly, she felt his body relax against hers and his hands wrap around to the small over her back, lips pressed right back into the kiss. Her hands moved up to tangle in his curls, and his hands began rubbing around the outside of her shirt on her back and stomach, seemingly testing. Eventually, they moved to the hem of the shirt and slipped underneath, fingertips teasing at the sensitive skin underneath. Elisha squirmed under his strong hold even as their mouths stayed crushed together. Slowly, he moved them back against the fallen tree trunk that she had initially been lying on, finally breaking them for breath and so that he could turn her around, slowly and gently bending her over the trunk.

"That doesn't seem so bad," he breathed.

Elisha smirked, even though she knew he couldn't see it. She gasped quite loudly, however, when all of the sudden she felt a couple of fingers crawl up the front of her shirt to play with her nipples. They quickly slid back down, however, to undo and pull her pants down. They checked her opening and found it very sufficiently slick. Elisha could almost feel the smug smile as the fingers retreated and something else replaced them at her entrance. She braced herself instantly. She could already feel that the entering was going to be an interesting experience. And indeed it was. As he pushed in, she bit on her hand to keep from screaming, more in pleasure than in pain. He was so much bigger than she had expected, although she really didn't know why she had not expected as much when the rest of his body was very similar. Finally, he was all the way in; and he rested for a minute, already panting. "You are so tight, girl," he told her. He began sliding in and out in an agonizingly slow manner, hands gripping her hips. But gradually, he began to pick up speed, all but throwing their bodies against each other in a desperate rhythm. Elisha's muscles clenched around him as he found her sweet spot, maneuvering to attempt to hit it with each thrust. As she suddenly clenched tightly and tremors ran through her body, however, Drake quickly pulled out, his hand moving to finish the job and join her in orgasm within seconds.

Elisha pulled her pants up but still sat against the tree trunk. "I'd say that wasn't so bad at all."

Drake laughed. "Well, you're not terrible."

"You haven't experienced my giving head," came the prideful response.

Drake raised an eyebrow. "Well, we've got all night."

Elisha took the cue and sank to her knees. Warm lips encircled his cock, and her hands found the base. It would be a good night.