Twenty-One

Twenty-One
Chapter Four
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"Are you sure we have enough?" Francesca asked as she stumbled into Jonathon's bedroom, nearly tripping in her heels. She cast a glance at the plate of fruit in her hand, checking to see if she had spilt any.

"Yesh. Quite shure." Jonathon sniggered as he kicked the door shut behind him.

"This is your party, you shouldn’t be leaving so early." Francesca giggled at him, checking her watch. They had been dancing and drinking for an hour before eventually adjourning to his room, both plied with copious amounts of alcohol.

"Its mah party and I'll do what I want.’Sides, looks like I got me a pretty tasty present." He murmured, setting down the bottles of alcohol he had with him.

"Where did you want this?" She asked, indicating to both the plate balanced on her palm and the two bottles of whiskey she had clutched in the other.

"Heere, I'll take these." He took the bottles and set them down with the others on the dresser. He snagged a bottle of Jack Daniels and turned towards her.

"What about this?" She indicated to the plate on her palm. Jonathon ignored her and drunkenly sashayed his way over to her.

Francesca, conscious of his drunken stumbling backed away, eyeing him suspiciously as he hummed, unscrewing the lid of his bottle and throwing the cap over his shoulder. It hit the dresser with a metallic twang and Francesca's eyes snapped to it.

"The arm rest." Francesca turned and placed the plate on the arm rest of the big blue patterned chair in the corner of the room. Francesca turned her back on him, bending down to slide her shoes off.

"Present time." Jonathon sing-songed as he came up behind her. He gently tugged on the tie of her halter neck, frowning when the bow didn't come apart.

"Here let me." Francesca leaned forward, pressing her knees against the carpet as Jonathon leant against her, his weight forcing her into a kneel, her belly pressed against the seat of the chair. Jonathon struggled with the bow as he leant behind her, pressing his pelvis against her lower back.

Francesca slapped his hands away and with a careful, practiced tug undid the knot that held her halter neck up. The top of her shirt slid down, exposing the forest green lace of her bra.

"Let me up." Francesca pressed her back against him and the pair managed to stumble to their feet. Francesca eased herself out of her halter neck, pulling the red fabric away from her skin. She tossed it over her shoulder and it landed in the high back of the chair. She shook her hair, tossing it over her shoulder as she tried to right it after being mussed by her shirt being pulled over her head.

"You look nice." Jonathon leered at her again as she turned to him. She frowned and eased herself down into the large blue seat. She leant back into the soft material and crossed her legs as she watched Jonathon watch her. Francesca's hand drifted towards the plate of fruit and she picked up a strawberry. She brought the strawberry up to her mouth and with a slow, practiced movement, bit down hard into the soft red fruit.

Jonathon whimpered as a few droplets of juice slid down her chin to the hand that she held beneath her haw. The pinkish juice then ran down her fingers to pool on her mount of Venus before sliding down her wrist. Francesca moaned, trying to provoke a reaction as she chewed on the fruit. The juice continued to slide down her wrist and Jonathon knelt in front of her, his knees hitting the ground at an unusual angle before he pressed a hand against the chair near her leg to steady himself.

"Here let me." His head swam as he placed the bottle on the floor and pulled her wrist towards him. She had small, slim wrists and it was with a greedy slurp that he lent forward, wrapping his lips around the tender, sensitive flesh on her inner wrist. He sucked the skin into his mouth, licking the juice off of her wrist. Jonathon moved his lips up her wrist to the mount of Venus and continued sucking at her skin, lapping the juice off of his fingers.

Jonathon pressed forward against her crossed legs and after a few moments of awkward shuffling she uncrossed them, using her free hand to tug him forward, between her thighs. She finished her strawberry and she dreamily dragged another up to her lips. Francesca however didn't bite it; instead, she dragged the tip across her lips before trailing it down her neck to her collarbone. Jonathon watched with interest as the fleshy, red fruit made its way across her skin. Francesca covered the strawberry with her hand and with a low grunt crushed the fruit against her chest.

Jonathon watched as strawberry juice leaked out from between her fingers and with a clumsy lunge pitched forward to suck at her collarbone. Francesca pulled her fingers away clutching the crushed strawberry to bring it up to her mouth while Jonathon licked at her chest and collarbone. His tongue was needy, viciously probing at her upper torso to lap up the strawberry juice. Juice still trickled down her chest, coming to a stop at her bra. Jonathon followed a few stray droplets down, before muttering in frustration as he encountered her bra.

His hands skimmed around her back to try and unclasp her bra, his fingers clumsy as he drunkenly grappled with the clasp. Francesca arched forward and twisted her arms behind her to unclasp her bra herself. She shook it off easily; laying it over the arm rest near her while he looked at her in shock.

"I'm not that drunk." She told him.

"I can fix that." The bottle of Jack from before was retrieved from the floor and handed it to her. His lips were soon on her neck and she began to drink, watching as his hands came up to cup her breasts. He pushed them upwards, the pads of his thumbs brushing against her nipples as he dragged his lips away from her neck...

"I love your tits." He told her as he tried his hardest not to rough her up too much.

"I love them too." Francesca leant her head down and pressed a kiss to the top of each breast. Jonathon looked on in awe, his lower jaw slack as he watched her. Francesca rolled her eyes and with a delicate flutter of her eyelashes, tipped the bottle of alcohol, pouring Jack Daniels down her chest and neck, the amber liquid flowing down her chest, between the valley of her breasts before sliding down her stomach.

Jonathon reacted quickly, his lips finding her navel as he began to lap at the alcohol she had poured. His tongue made a smooth, clean line up her stomach and chest and he latched onto the head of the bottle, gulping down the alcohol as she tilted the bottle again to pour some alcohol down his eager throat. The bottle emptied quickly and she handed it back to him.

Jonathon staggered to his feet, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He stumbled over to the dresser again, twisting open two new bottles of Jack Daniels before clumsily making his way over to her. He handed her a bottle, the cap already twisted off and left in a pile on top of his dresser.

Francesca took a long swig of Jack, her eyes rolling back a little as Jonathon removed his socks and shoes. He eyed the plate of strawberries eagerly and Francesca, catching on quickly, brought one up to her lips and bit into it. She chewed thoughtfully as she wedged the bottle of Jack between her hip and the side of the chair. She brought the half eaten strawberry up to her lips and with a long, languid twist of her tongue began to suck at the middle of the strawberry.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?" He asked her as he knelt in front of her again, caught between watching her eat and watching the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed heavily.

"I stopped listening to my mother a long, long time ago." She told him, finishing the strawberry, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand.

Jonathon picked up a plump, juicy strawberry and held it out to her before eventually speaking.

"Care for another?"