Not Tonight

This is just a funny one shot I came up with at the spare of the moment.

Alvin's point of view

"There she is," Ernie said.

We were both watching Brittany make a fool of herself dancing on a long table in her short red slip dress. God, she looked so good. She was barefooted and looked like she was about to bare it all in front of everyone.

"How many has she had?" I asked.

"I don't know," Ernie exclaimed. "But way too many if you ask me."

Well, it was up to me to rescue her, before she made a complete fool of herself. I raced over to her as she was about to slip her dress off, but she lost her balance and fell on her knees. I helped her off the table and onto her feet. She leaned her body against mine. God, I wish she wouldn't do that, but I guess she was about to fall. I wasn't about to to let that happen.

She looked into my eyes and steadied her gaze. "Alvin?" she said with a giggle. "What are you doing here?"

"Taking you home," I said.

"No, no, this is a party. I wanna have fun." She was pouting a little, while slurring her words.

"Looks like you had a little too much fun," I said.

"Dance with me," she said. "Then we can have another drink and get this party going."

"No, Brittany, I'm taking you home," I said, desperately trying to hold her up.

"You want to take me home, huh?" she asked. "Sounds good to me." She pulled herself up and gave me a hard sloppy kiss. "A sample of things to come." There was something about her I couldn't resist. I had forgotten for a moment why I had come to the party and returned her kiss.

Brittany lost her balance again which pulled me back to reality. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her out.

As I carried her out into the night air she began to stir in my arms. She looked up at the night sky then back at me. "Hey, where are we going?" she asked.

"Like I said I'm taking you home."

"Take me home?" she giggled. "Yea, I want you to take me home." She nuzzled on my neck which drove me completely crazy.

"Brittany, come on," I said in an attempt to put her down.

She was leaning up against my car at that point when she grabbed me and pulled my into another kiss. I would have loved to have stood there kissing her all night, but I had to concentrate on the task at hand. I opened the door and helped her inside.

She was only half conscious and half slumped into the passenger's seat. I helped her on with her seatbelt and got into the driver's side. I started the car and drove off.

Brittany was quiet through most of the drive mostly being out of it from the alcohol. She had a way of making my life interesting. Finally, I made it to her apartment building. I parked the car in the parking garage.

"Brittany, you're home," I said, trying to nudge her.

She just moaned a little and closed her eyes. "Come on, baby." She wouldn't budge. "Okay, I'll just have to do this the hard way."

I got out of the car and walked around to the passenger's side and opened the door. She suddenly opened her eyes seeing me standing over her.

"Yeah, Alvin, what are you doing here?" I undid her seatbelt and helped her out of the car. "Hey, what happened to the music? Is the party over?"

"Yeah, babe, the party's over."

"Doesn't have to be," she said. "I can think of a few things." She giggled, while giving me a seductive stare. She put her arms around me wanting to lean in for another kiss, but instead she whispered in my ear. "Can you think of anything?"

"Brittany, stop that," I said. She just giggled. "Let's go."

"Go? Yeah, I'll go anywhere with you, baby," she said, giggling once again.

I led her to the elevator. She was leaning up against me almost the entire time. We got in, and I hit the fifth floor button. The elevator was taking forever, and Brittany was drifting out again. I had no choice but to lift her up and carry her. I made it to her door, but by now Brittany was really out of it. I set her down on the floor and looked through her little red hand bag for her keys. I found them without too much trouble. I unlocked the door and squatted down to where Brittany was sitting.

"Brittany, you're home?" I patted her gently on the face to wake her up.

"What?" she said coming to. It was almost a whisper. "Home?" He lifted her up and guided her inside.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," I said.

"Great idea," she said, giggling. "Let's go to bed."

"Brittany, be serious. You're in no condition..."

She suddenly gained her strength back and started dancing around the room. She reached her bedroom door and clumsily opened it.

"Okay," I said. "I'm going to go now."

"Hey, I thought you were going to put me to bed."

She walked over to where I was standing. She kissed me, while pulling off my jacket. "You really want to go?"

I didn't say a word. I just lifted her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. I placed her on the bed, never once did my lips leave hers. Her touch, her smell, everything about her was driving me crazy. Suddenly, I realized I couldn't do this, not now, not like this.

"Okay, Brittany, we have to stop this." I jumped up off the bed and headed for the door. Just when I was about to reach it I heard her voice.

"Oh, Alvin," she said in her sweetest voice. "You haven't tucked me in."

I looked back at her, which I knew was a mistake because that's when I noticed she had taken off her dress. She was in nothing but her strapless brae and panties and in my favorite color. Red.

She signaled for me to join her. The sight of her made me weak in the knees. Oh, god, Brittany, don't do this! I thought, but she just looked so good. On instinct, I raced back over to her.

She planted another kiss on me, before removing my shirt. Her hands, lips and tongue glided up and down my chest. Her touch was making me so damned horny. I wanted her so bad. So I started kissing her, going for her neck down to the tops of her breasts. Suddenly, I stopped and looked into her eyes.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yea," she said, a little breathless. I kissed her again, holding her close in his arms. Suddenly, I realized her body had gone limp. That's when I when it dawned on me that she passed out.

"Brittany?" I said, trying to wake her up, but she was out cold. I laid her down on her bed. At that moment she began to stir.

"Alvin?" she said through sleepy eyes. "Don't go."

She grabbed me and fell asleep in my arms. I kissed her forehead and turned out the light. "Goodnight, Brittany."

Brittany's point of view

I wakened the next morning to a throbbing pain in my head. I tried sitting up in bed, but the room started spinning, so I laid back down. That didn't help much, because I couldn't get comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

Then I heard the shower turn on. Someone was here. But who? I desperately tried to remember what happened last night, but I couldn't. After about ten minutes the shower turned off. Only then did I realize I was in my underwear.

"Oh, god, what happened last night?" I whispered.

Then I heard footsteps coming out of the bathroom. I wanted this all to be a bad dream. Then someone stepped out. I couldn't believe it.

"Alvin?" I questioned, still holding my head.

"Hey, babe," he said, taking the toothbrush out of his mouth. He had one of my pink monogrammed bath towels around his waist. He went back into the bathroom and rinsed the toothpaste out of his mouth. He then came back into the bedroom.

I looked up at him and said," What are you doing here?"

He slid right up to me on the bed. "Don't you remember?" he whispered in her ear.

He put his hands on my shoulders. I felt shivers run all over my body and realized I was half naked. I quickly covered myself with a blanket.

"I don't remember," I said. I was half frightened thinking of why he was there in my bedroom. Then I remembered something. "I was at the party," I said. "And I... uh... I was drinking... then... um. I can't remember."

"Well, I'll tell you the rest." A part of me didn't want to hear it. If I did do something stupid, reckless or insane, I didn't want to know. "Ernie called me and said you had been drinking too much, so I came and picked you up, literally." He laughed at that. "I brought you back home, and put into bed. And..."

He stopped. Why did he stop? I thought.

"Then what happened?" I asked. I was almost afraid to know.

"You passed out," he said.

"Is that it?" I asked.

"Just about."

"Then we didn't..."

"No," he said. I was a little disappointed, and I think he saw that because then he said, "Hey, if you still want to..."

"No!" I said. I shouted and almost regretted saying it.

"Okay, then," he said and got off the bed. He looked hurt.

"No, Alvin," I said, pulling him back down, "I just meant that if we did... If we do, I'd want to remember it."

He sat back down next to me and put his arms around me. "Well, babe, I don't think it would be something you could forget." I looked deep into his eyes and knew he was right. He kissed me, a sweet tender kiss. "Why don't you take a shower and get changed? And I'll order us some breakfast"

"Okay," I said. He got up and handed me the robe that was laying on the chair near my bed. I put it on and walked into the bathroom.

I smiled at him all the time knowing that this wouldn't be the last time he spent the night.

Okay, I hoped everyone liked this story. It just came to me last night as a result of insomnia. Let me know if you would like me to continue the story. I could be persuaded.