I hear a deep guttural snore vibrate from between my thighs. What the hell? I start to push at him but he is quite heavy. Finally I manage to squirm out of from under him.
He fucking passed out! Oh my god!
I push my dress back down and stand to figure out what to do. He is face down in the cushions of the couch and I know if he throws up he'll suffocate. Crap, I have to move him.
"Brain? Oh Brain? I need some help here." I whisper to myself. I can sense the glare from my Brain, it's not happy.
"Oh NOW you want me to help you. I seem to recall telling you not to do this, but NOOO you had to get your groove on." My Brain folds its imaginary squiggly arms at me and huffs.
"Brain, stop being an ass and just help me!"
"Hey, don't get me involved." My Butt calls out.
"Fine, you want my help; get him lying on his side on the couch. That way if he pukes it will fall to the floor. You also might want to stay with him for a while to make sure he doesn't vomit or roll over onto his back."
I roll my eyes at the task at hand. First I try wrapping my arms around his chest and lift. He doesn't even move an inch. The man must weight like 500 pounds because I almost broke my back with that move. I may have a bit a muscle on me...alright it is fat that I pass off as muscle, but Mr. Payne is too much for my 5'6" 150 lbs frame.
Standing back and assessing the situation I figure he is already partly on the couch, so if I can just push his bottom half on it should be good.
With all my might and my shoulder, I push Mr. Payne onto the couch and roll him on his side. Stepping away to admire my work I realize how sweet he looks asleep. His brow isn't creased in a constant scowl like normal. Mr. Payne's relaxed face is sexy and cute at the same time.
A thought pops into my head. A very dirty thought.
"Don't you even think about that Morgana!" My Brain starts its warning.
I ignore her and kneel down next to him. Very carefully I unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. Looking back at Mr. Payne I see he is still sound asleep. There is a thrill that races through me. The excitement of getting caught and of looking at the forbidden.
My smile grows as I push past his briefs and tug it out. It's thick and still semi hard. My thumb follows the veins to the tip as my fingers play. It's growing in my hand and my eyes take it all in as if this is some new found discovery leading to the cure for cancer.
Instantly my excitement turns to fear as I hear voices coming from outside. Quickly I shove his member back into his pants and zip him up in haste. Due to my recklessness with his pants and parts, the zipper catches on something. From the way Mr. Payne shoots up off the couch I suspect I know what the zipper caught on.
"Aaaa! What the fuck!" He screams while fumbling with his fly and staring at it in shock.
My heart is pounding now and I am whisper screaming in my head for my Brain. All she says to me before I watch her speed off in the Ferrari, "You stupid bitch!"