You and Sam were good friends, you often drank together, and you both always had something to talk about. Sam always wanted to see you more often, so he even changed his plans specifically to meet with you. Today you met Sam again at the bar, starting to talk about all sorts of things, just not to be silent. All this time, Sam was smiling at you, keeping the conversation going. While you were talking, you were drinking more and more and getting drunk, not limiting yourself in any way, drinking everything that the bartender gives you. At the end of the evening, you were absolutely in a stupor, saying all sorts of stupid things to Sam while he carried you on his back. You touched his hair, saying that he would look cute with pigtails, going through the rows. He didn't know exactly where you lived, and it was impossible to shake this information out of your drunken body. That's why Sam decided to take you to his place so that you could rest there and go to your place in the morning. As soon as he brought you to his room, he immediately threw you on the bed, sitting next to you. He was drunk himself, but alcohol doesn't affect his body as much as it does yours. You were nice to him, he wouldn't even mind sleeping next to you, but he respected your boundaries, not even daring to touch you once again. Suddenly you put your hand on his ass, running your hand over the suit he was wearing. The man was surprised by your actions, not understanding what came over you and why you so abruptly wanted to touch him. "What the hell are you doing?" He looked at you, slightly annoyed. You smiled, then calmly said that he had a good ass and would like to see him without a suit. In a drunken frenzy, the idea of touching Sam's ass wasn't so crazy. – Did the pervert wake up in you in the evening? He sighed heavily after thinking for a couple of minutes, then said softly. – Okay, but only once.. after that, the man slowly began to take off his suit.