Today was Xavier's birthday. A few colleagues were eager to celebrate, and not wanting to refuse their kindness, he invited everyone to his villa for a birthday bash.
Xavier looked at Alison with a cheerful expression and said, "Come over tonight with Carlyle."
Alison felt a surge of joy and replied, "Okay."
On this sweltering night, a table was filled with food and several cases of beer. Xavier's house had a dedicated karaoke room where everyone sang their hearts out. They drank glass after glass, indulging in food and fun until the party wound down. While Xavier was still somewhat sober, he bid farewell to each guest one by one.
Carlyle noticed that Alison was already drunk and suggested, "Xavier, should I take Alison home?"
Xavier glanced at the man standing beside her and said, "Carlyle, it's okay. You and your boyfriend can head home."
"But Alison, she..." Carlyle hesitated, not liking the idea of Alison being alone with Xavier.
Xavier looked at the already unconscious Alison and said, "Carlyle, she's completely out of it, and you don't even know where she lives. It's better if she sleeps here. She'll regret getting drunk in the morning."
"Alright, we'll leave then. Happy birthday!" Carlyle said, looking at him.
Xavier smiled at Carlyle and his boyfriend, saying, "Thank you!"
Once the door closed, the house suddenly fell into silence. Xavier felt his head start to spin, likely from the alcohol.
He walked over to the sofa where Alison was sleeping, crouching down to look at her flushed face from the alcohol. He found himself mesmerized, a smile creeping onto his face.
Although she and Livia had identical faces, Livia was deep and mysterious, while Alison was pure and straightforward. He stood up and carefully picked her up, murmuring, "You shouldn't drink if you can't handle it."
Suddenly, Alison's eyes fluttered open, looking at him.
"Alison, you're awake!"
Alison blinked, gazed into his eyes, and then smiled. "Xavier, I really like you!"
Her words hit him like a wave, stirring something deep inside. His smile grew wider.
"Alison, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk. I truly like you!"
Xavier felt like he was in a dream. It wasn't as if he had never been confessed to by other women, but hearing it from the woman in his arms made him inexplicably happy. Could it be that he liked her just as much without realizing it?
At that moment, Alison actually pulled his head down and kissed him on the lips. Her clumsy kiss, combined with the effects of alcohol, made it impossible for him to control the erotic desire that had been stirring within him. His tongue quickly entered her mouth and entwined with hers, kissing her as he carried her into the bedroom.
Unknown to them, they had already wrapped themselves in each other's naked bodies. Alison felt a dizzying sensation at that moment, and unconsciously writhed her body. How did she feel that her breasts were being bitten and sucked on, and that something was being inserted into her lower body, causing her to twitch and feel a tingling sensation and moisture. Her body was shaking with tremors, and at this moment, how much she wished the man touching her deepest flower was Xavier! That would have been wonderful!
At that moment, Alison couldn't help but moan aloud, slowly opened her eyes, and saw that the man was Xavier. Her voice was muffled as she said, "Xavier, is it you? Am I dreaming?"
Xavier looked up at her and said, "It's me, Xavier. You're not dreaming. I want you!"
At that moment, Alison had always thought she was in a dream, and the man in her dream was Xavier, who was wooing her. She closed her eyes and moaned with her mouth, "I want you too!"
The ambiguous words she spoke sounded so sweet in his ears, and he thought she was awake and willing to join him in the bed. When he pulled her legs apart and thrust his already hot and swollen penis deep into her already wet pussy, a sharp pain suddenly struck her. "Ouch! It hurts...," Alison exclaimed.
Alison was suddenly awakened from her drunken stupor, only to realize that the man on top of her was Xavier, and that this was not a dream. She looked at his lustful face as he was slowly pushing his head deeper into her, and felt his penis slowly penetrate her body, her heart began to tremble uncontrollably. It was then that she realized that she had been in love with her sister's boyfriend for a long, long time.
From the moment her sister started talking about Xavier, she went from a vague memory to the present reality where she wanted him to be her first man.
Xavier's gentle voice, whispering in her ears, "Alison, you're so tight."
"Um...," Alison responded with a pained expression.
When Xavier touched a thin membrane, his entire face was shocked as he asked, "Am I your first man?"
"Is it painful the first time?"
Xavier hugged her tightly and said, "I'll try to be gentle."
Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of joy surged up, and he was her first man.
