<strong>Elle<br/>With Nate</strong><br/><br/>She threw her head back, laughing hard at his dare. She placed her forehead on his shoulder as her entire body shook with laughter. She place a hand on his thigh - well, more like his inner thigh. She was drunk, so her depth perception was a little off, but she couldn't bring herself to care - to steady herself.<br/><br/>"Ok, but when the rest of the house hates me, I'm also blaming you for that." She stood from the bed, her hand brushing along the top of his thigh and she headed towards the bathroom. She stumbled a bit as she opened the door, laughing to herself. "I got this. I'm good. I'm drunk." She went to their bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind her. She took in a deep breath, trying to figure out how she was gonna do this without laughing.<br/><br/>She sat down on the edge of the tub, and started with the quieter - but still loud enough someone could hear her on the other side - moans and coos, slowly building in volume until she was adding in little "Oh yeahs!" and "Mmm"s, and "Harder!" Or "Deeper!" Until finally her moans reached a peak and she let out a pleasured scream, her voice even quivering in a rather impressive, genuine tone. She breathed hard and heavily, until it finally calmed to nothing. She waited from a moment, then casually walked out and into the bedroom, her eyebrows raised to see what he thought. She was grinning, trying very hard not to laugh.