He smiled at her and went to grab four more.
“I don’t know if I need anything else, Beca. I don’t want to be hungover tomorrow at the funeral.”
“Oh come on, you used to drink all of us under the table,” Beca said, leaning in close and running her hands over my bareback.
The contact sent shivers down my spine and did nothing to cool the fire burning in my pussy. I moved a little away, catching the questioning look Debbie gave me.
I shook my head at her and smiled. Her answering smile told me she understood what was going on.
Cindy wandered back about the time the drinks arrived. Beca raised her glass, “To the best mother anyone could ever have. Rest well, Mrs. Donaldson.”
We all could see the tears running down Beca’s face as we clinked our glasses together and drank the entire thing in one go.
We all gathered around Beca, and to be honest, I didn’t know that any of us had dry eyes as we hugged her and each other.
“Enough of this sappy shit, let’s dance,” Debbie surprised us by saying. “She wouldn’t want us balling our eyes out, come on,” she grabbed Cindy’s hand, who held onto Beca, who didn’t want to be the only one not pulling someone, grabbed me.
We danced for another forty minutes or so before we stumbled back to the table to rest. I could feel the alcohol as I struggled a little, trying to sit down. I looked around and noticed I wasn’t the only one.
“I got to hit the restroom. Does anyone else want to go?” Debbie asked, looking around.
“I will go with you,” Cindy said, putting her drink back down.
Debbie and Cindy got up and walked away, leaving Beca and me at the table. I thought about going as well, but Beca had grabbed my hand.
“How are you feeling? Still horny?” she asked with a smirk.
I looked at her, brushing my bangs out of the way. “Yes, I didn’t exactly have any chance to do anything about it, so I’m still horny.”
“Good, maybe later we can…” Beca started when her latest Mr. New Guy came up and ran his hand down her back.
She turned and looked up at him. I had to admit; he was hot at six feet tall, with blue eyes and blonde hair.
Beca snuggled into him, running her hand up the inside of his right leg until she cupped his cock through his pants. A slight rubbing, and she looked at me, still cupping his cock.
“I have something to take care of, be right back,” Beca said with a wink.
“Slut,” I said, smiling at her.
She really hadn’t changed, I thought, watching her stand and walking away with the guy.
That left me all alone at the table, watching people dance, wanting to join them but realizing that I was more than a little drunk.
Making an executive decision, I stood, and after the world stopped moving, I headed to the restroom. I was going to leave when I got back. The rest could party all night if they wanted.
I made my way to the dark area where the hallway leading to the restrooms was. There were quite a few men just hanging around, most likely waiting on wives or girlfriends to use the bathroom.
Great, the place will be packed, I thought, stumbling down the hallway. I was so glad there was a wall I could use to steady the world.
Why would you put such a hideous red carpet in the hall? It makes the place even darker, I thought.
I hadn’t seen anyone else in the hallway, so no line into the ladies’ room, yeah!
I came to the door and pushed it open, stumbling a little to keep from spilling onto the floor.
Way too much to drink, I thought. I don’t remember having felt like this before, and we used to go out all the time.
It must be because I haven’t done this in a few years.
I stumbled over to the sink. It was soaked, and there were paper towels all over the floor.
“Lazy bitches,” I said, looking at the mess.
Wait, where was the couch? I looked around and the place looked different.
Maybe they have two women’s restrooms? I thought.
Something that I had noticed when I walked in finally registered.
Why were there urinals in here?
I leaned on the counter and tried to understand what I was seeing.
It took a little bit for my befuddled mind to make the proper connection.
It finally hit me. Fuck, I’m in the men’s room.
“Stupid bitch, you’re in the wrong room,” I said, giggling.
Wait, I don’t giggle. I must be really fucked up.
I started to walk towards the door to get out before anyone noticed when a group of men walked in. There must have been five or six of them talking to each other when they spotted me, and the conversation stopped.
A few in the group seemed like they didn’t care. I was there, smiling as they walked to the urinals and started to piss.
I could see each of their cocks as they sprayed from the sink.
The cocks looked so lovely, I thought before shaking my head, trying to clear the thought out. You are happily married and have a daughter, I kept telling myself.
Realizing I needed to get away from here, I stumbled into one of the guys who hadn’t used the urinals yet.
“Seems like you are in the wrong room, sweetheart,” the blonde-built guy who was holding me up said.
“Yeah, I need to take a piss but I picked the wrong room,” I told him, looking into his brown eyes.
A girl could get lost in them, I thought, biting my lip, unable to look away.
“You hear that, boys, the little lady needs to take a piss. How about we help her out?” Brown Eyes said, smiling as he looked at his friends.