Hiccup (Futa solo, Futa-Female)

I made my way around the high school party, looking for something to drink that wasn’t another beer. I had graduated a few months ago, but it was known for being a constant party house, and really, I just needed a place to crash for the night. It was an old, big house, the kind that was perfect for these types of parties. Random teenagers were bopping to the loud music, mostly incoming seniors, but a few lower classmen.

People were huddled together, talking the kind of nonsense that you start to hear after too many drinks. It was getting close to 1:00 and I had already struck out with a few of the girls, making my mood worse. Even a simple line such as “Hi, my name is Chris” to a blonde girl called Tina, was met with derision.

I finally found an unopened bottle of tequila hiding in a pantry. I grabbed it and made my way to the basement, where I knew a sitting room to be that was out of the way of the rest of the crowds.

Going down the stairs, I shook my head, thinking about how I got in this situation. Shortly after graduation, my mom decided to move halfway across the county to be near her sisters and start over. We had been arguing a lot in the past year, and haven’t spoken since. My crap job lasted another two months, and in the month since, my funds had dried up, and my former roommate had told me to leave. Now, I was just bouncing around different couches, but more often than not, sleeping in my car. All in all, life had turned into crap, and a bottle of tequila would be perfect to finish the night.

I sat down in the basement den, the music upstairs still blasting away. There was just a lamp turned on. Opening the bottle, I poured a healthy drink into my red plastic cup. Taking a big swig, I looked around. It turns out I wasn’t alone. Passed out on the other couch was a blonde girl I didn’t recognize. She was on her side, facing towards the back of the couch, with her arms draped awkwardly. Her loose skirt had ridden up, with her panties showing. My thoughts of my strike-outs earlier returned, and thought for a moment about this situation.

But, morality got the better of me. Sure, I felt a chub returning to my five and a half inch dick, but that didn’t mean I was going to stick it in her. I may be hard up for a girl, with my slightly chubby frame, but I still had limits, I told myself. Well, maybe some liquid courage would help. Taking another gulp, I winced back the mouthful of tequila. I tried to distract myself by checking my various social media feeds, taking some more drinks.

A short while later, I found myself just staring at her ass. Well, I had firmly decided not to touch her, but instead, I reached into my basketball shorts and starting tugging at my dick. About that time, the drink had really started kicking in. My mind was swimming as I imagined fucking this girl…

Nothing… my dick had gone soft and stubbornly refused to cooperate. Maybe alcohol was a good thing…a few more useless tugs and I gave up, frustrated.

I pulled my hand out and stood up. Teetering back and forth on my unstable legs, I explored the room some more. Finding a closet in the corner, I made my way over, and opened it up, the bottle of liquor banging into the frame.

The loud sound made her start to stir. She rubbed her head and began to get up – obviously still drunk, because she didn’t even notice me. Go figure. I went into the large closet, turned on the light and shut the door.

The closet was full of old boxes and random crap. Some old tech – 80’s and 70’s video game consoles, records, flea market type things. I found a weird little metal genie style lamp in one of the boxes, covered in dust.

Taking another swig directly from the bottle, I went on auto-pilot and did the stereotypical thing. I blew the dust off of it and rubbed it clean with my hands. Nothing. It fell back to the ground.

Coming out of the closet, I stammered back to the couch. The girl was gone. I laid back, and let the tequila continue to take over my brain.

Before closing my eyes, I began to notice I wasn’t alone again. A man was standing before me. He had a distinct Middle Eastern look, and while the room was fairly dark, the light shone on

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