Some of our plans are changed by fate, and others are changed by vomit. That's right. The DJ was playing some good music, and the girls and I never stopped dancing. Our table had been taken by another group of people, so we remained on the dance floor most of the time. We had lost count of how many drinks we had throughout the night.
Justin and I had already agreed to spend the night over at his sister's place. I could feel his hard d**k rubbing up on me as our bodies collided with the music. I couldn't wait for him to be inside of me. I should have f****d him many years ago. As a matter of fact, he should have been the first one I slept with.
"Guys, I don't feel good," muttered Amelia.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked her.
"My stomach doesn't feel too happy."
The five of us moved
