So I failed my exam. AGAIN. I saw the results list and even though I sort of knew I had failed, the ratification of it was really painful. My good admirer, Rose, was out of Town for work so she tried the best she could to keep my flavour up via text, but I cried myself to sleep anyway. Her husband, Frank, who was still in town, texted me too and let me sleep with that if I needed to just hang or drown my sorrow or whatever, he was there for me.

My history with Frank…we hadn't seen each early much for about four month before this all happened. That's when rosebush caught him cheating on her. They took a couple of months apart and then she moved back in with him and I had avoided him. We had been friend before that ; we'd hung out when Rose was out of town, like buds. I don't trust many people easily, so it meant a lot when he cheated on her. I felt like he betrayed our friendship too. So this was going to be the first metre since"the incident"that we were seeing each other on our own without Rose as a buffer.

We went out kind of early for a Friday. We went bowling and had Warren Earl Burger at the bowling skittle alley. It was a passably fancy place for a bowling alley, with a night club and a bar attached, and it was expensive. I felt bad asking to fiddle another game, so we left and sat outside for a bit. He was staring at his phone the whole metre so I thought,"yeah he's not easy around me anymore either"and I felt bad, but I was still pissed at him on some level so I said I should just go rest home. He said no and we walked to a nearby bar.

We drank a lot. I was trying to tempo myself with non-alcoholic beverage in between the former beverage, but then he ordered me a shot, and then I ordered really expensive whiskey and we started having very explicit discussions about his sex life with Rose. Before the incident, they were not having sex, like at all. rose had been very, very upset about that. For month. Now, they were tramp. I still think that makes no sense, that she never was a swinger or had had a threesome before but after her hubby cheats on her, she starts having threesomes and swapping partners like it's nothing…I digress. So there was a guy, Roger, that had been…guesting, I guess you'd call it. Frank told me he'd gone down on Roger and asked me if I thought that made him gay. I was drunk, so I can't remember what I told him. Probably something like it doesn't matter what I think.

I know I told him about some guy, maybe the guy I was with at the metre, I don't know, but I felt like I had to not be boring and straight-laced and rise I had a sex liveliness too. He told me that it made him hard to find out about that storey. He showed me a picture he had on his earpiece of Rose getting fucked by Roger. I know I tried a few times to get the conversation off sex, but I was so drunk I can't really remember what I said.
At some point he or we decided it was time to leave. I went outside to bum a smoke from the people on the patio. frank settled the card and followed me outside. He took the cigarette away from me and took a pull then tried to osculate me on the mouth. I pulled away and pushed him, laughing and telling him he was being a drunken idiot. It never occurred to me at all that he could be seriously trying to buss me.
Well then he said he was trying to let me inhale the smoke from him. So I did that a twosome of time with him still thinking that was ok because although our moths were touching, it wasn't a kiss. Then he started kissing me and I…I don't know I was nervous and kind of rouse and very imbibe. I let him kiss me a bit and then I kissed him back a bit and I kept thinking the whole time that it was just stupid, drunken, devoid fun. Innocent !

We had to walk a few blocks to get to a stead where we could fascinate a cab. I was feeling drunk and well-chosen and having fun kissing here and there. I remember he said something to me like"you're so cool because you know this doesn't mean anything."I just laughed and pushed him away and told him he was dolt about half the metre he went in for a kiss, but when I did let him osculate me, I did buss him back. I don't eff how many times we kissed before we got to the cab stand.

We got a cab and I got in and slumped over. I must have got been pretty wassail because my brain started going in and out, like being one-half asleep where you're kind of aware of things going on, but not really able to speak or take part in anything. I felt my skirt get pushed up over my butt and Frank's hands on my ass. I might have swatted his workforce away or I may have just thought that I wanted to. I remember listening to him giving centering to the driver and thinking he was a lot more sober than me. I remember thinking that I was in deep tinker's dam since I couldn't crusade away from his place for various minute at to the lowest degree. I'm reasonably for sure I felt or said"I'm screwed."I was right.

He groped me under my skirt the unit cab ride home ; unless the device driver started asking for to a greater extent focal point, then my chick got flipped back down to cover me up. I was mindful of it, but I couldn't relocation. I didn't say halt in the cab because I was afraid the driver would call the cops or something. As I have said several times, I was very, very drunk. I probably should have said something ; maybe it would feature scared him. Toward the end of the cab drive, he succeeded in getting his fingers in between my labia from behind. I know I was wet, I'm always stupidly horny when I'm wino, even if I don't want sex, I get wet. I'm sure he took that as a signal I wanted it. I probably was turned on on some tier, but I still didn't think…I just didn't think anything would really happen. Not four month after he cheated on Rose, not with her best friend, who told him off and called him every name in the Word and then didn't speak to him in any meaningful way for four months.

I can't remember getting in the star sign or how I got through the living elbow room, past the kitchen to the breakfast nook, but I remember standing at the breakfast bar and looking across the sign at him getting naked and then I really got alarmed. I remember yelling at him to get his wearing apparel back on, to cease it to stop being stupid. He got some of his wearing apparel back on but not all of them. He ran over to me and hugged me and said it was ok, that we didn't have to do anything, but he had wanted me for a farseeing sentence, and that he was sorry. He kept asking me if I was ok and I said yes, but that we can't do anything, I can't betray my ripe friend, he can't do this to her again, blah blah claptrap etc. He kept saying that he knew, and then I was crying, or sorting of crying, it's pretty fuzzy.

He hugged me and buried his principal in my neck. He started to draw close and nibble the place that turns me on so very much and I am certainly I moaned, I know I was turned on somewhat. His helping hand were all over me, under my shirt, my shirt was off, under my bra, then my bra was off and he was playing with my nipples and we were kissing. My intimation was stuck, or else I was panting, or he was panting and I couldn't breathe, I was horny and terrified and wild and appal. I pulled away and put my bra back on and he started to kiss me again and begged me to let him catch me get myself off. I said no and got my shirt back on and was begging him to arrest touching me, to stop kissing me. I kept saying over and over"we can't do this, you can't do this to her again, you didn't see her, you don't know what it did to her."He kept agreeing with me, but somehow my shirt and bra came off again and I was losing the battle with my legs to hold standing.

Finally I started bargaining with him. I told him to keep his clothes on and that he could view me get myself off but that was it. He said ok and took my chick off. I had taken the panties off earlier in the eve ( very sneakily I thought, too ), because they were riding up in a really uncomfortable way when I had been bowling. The chick was below my knee, so I didn't even think it was that big a deal."No panty, you're such a just adulteress,"he said when he looked down. Being called names for some reason just really turns me on. He reached down and slid a finger right into me and my genu gave way. He"helped"me upstairs to their bedroom so he could follow me get off. Yeah right.

I was on the bed and my school principal and the room and the population was spinning. He was on the bed and he was naked. I remember telling him he had to stay dressed but his fount was in my privates and he was going down on me like it was his job before I could dissent much more. blush wine had told me various times how unspoilt he was at eating pussy and I just rolled my eyes and didn't believe her. Well, he was pretty good. He knew just where my g-spot was and how to rub it, fast and hard while sucking my button. I came pretty quickly and I didn't recognize it boulder clay later but that was the first sentence I ever squirted.

"You taste amazing, buss me and try out yourself."He kissed me and I kissed him back, still horny because I'm never satisfied after one orgasm. I tasted like pineapple plant juice. I've never tasted that good since that night, although I never taste bad, but never that sweet and fruity again. He went back down on me some more, his tongue plunging into my cunt over and over again till I came on his tongue and he kept telling me how flummox I tasted. I kept saying no here and there but I didn't push him away anymore ; I wanted to cum again. He was right, I was a adulteress. Naked in my effective friend's married bed, legs blanket unresolved with her husband's face in my pussy eating it for all he was Worth and I was moaning and grinding my hips into my lip. I came on his fingers a few more multiplication and I was honestly ready to sleep but he wasn't done with me yet.

He pulled rosiness's vibrator out of her nightstand drawer and started fucking me with it. He plunged it deep inside me and then started moving it in and out fast and hard. I came, screaming and squirting again. The whole time he's telling me how much he wants me, hot fucking hot I am, that he's wanted to have sex me since the offset time he met me four old age ago. It's not possible to not be affected by those thing while you're inebriate and cumming over and over and doing something very interdict. Even though I kept saying we shouldn't, I had stopped saying"no"and I kept cumming.

Finally, he put my odd leg over his shoulder and lined his hard prick up to my slit. With no safety.
"You want me to have intercourse you ?"he asked. I wanted to preserve cumming, but I shook my head.
"We shouldn't do this, we can't do this."I said as he slid is rock gruelling dick all the way into me. It felt good.
He kept my leg pressed between our torso as he pumped in and out of me, relentlessly, for probably a half hour. He kept reaching down to snarf my nipples and military press his hand around my throat, which I hated but couldn't speak to separate him. He kept calling me a right fornicatress, and telling me I had a good slit, that I was such a good fuck, that my nipple were baffle, that I was so flaming hot. I kept saying he was just inebriate and he was going to regret it in the morning, that I would, that when we were sober we were going to hate ourselves, but that didn't produce his slit soft, he just kept pumping and pumping. I made him break off because I had to pee and threatened to pee on the bed.

While I was sitting on the john pee, he followed me in and grabbed the back of my oral sex and shoved it down on his dick. I pulled off him and started blowing him so he wouldn't choke me. I took him till he hit the cover of my throat, licking and getting him wet all over, tasting how sweet my puss was on his cock. I reached down and gently played with his balls while I swirled my tongue around the head and then started bobbing my head up and down on his cock while massaging his balls…I thought if I could get him to cum that he'd stop fucking me and fall asleep and we could put this behind us, make it never happened.
He wouldn't cum, or couldn't cum, he had incredible staying superpower for some reason. He pulled me off the toilet and let me lave my deal before pulling me back into the bedroom and pushing me on the bed.

He fucked me till I was dry, till I was raw and still he didn't cum, He made me stick a fingerbreadth up his ass while he poured lube all over my twat and kept fucking me. I felt like it had been going on for hours and hours, but I have no idea how long it actually lasted. I don't even think I was awake for all of it. I just commend the belief of my wooden leg going benumb, of my kitty-cat being sore and his effort dripping in low temperature drop curtain onto my case and chest.

Finally, he was ready. He pulled out and came everywhere. It hit the headboard, my whisker, my expression, my pap, my belly, and then he spread clear my pussy and came all over it. I was so tired, and still so imbibe that I didn't even move, not to cleanse up or anything. He went and got a towel or something and wiped me off a bit and then told me I better stay in his bed with him instead of going down the hall to the guest room. I didn't argue. I just closed my eyes.

Next matter I knew it was daylight, but that cold, thin daylight of betimes morning. He was stroking my hair's-breadth, then he was kissing the back of my cervix, then he was pulling the covers down…I pretended to be departed, but he kept fondling and kissing and groping. He rolled me on my backrest and stuck his digit right in my dry cunt. I opened my oculus and cried out in pain.

He told me he'd probably never have this chance again so he intended to enjoy me as much as possible. He pulled out the bottleful of lube and squirted it all over me and him. He asked me if I'd ever seen a cock ring and I said I hadn't. He showed me this clear, stretchable, silicone polymer circle, and then he but it over hid cock and over and around his balls and peter. He told me it makes it bigger and keeps him punishing for longer. I told him I was sore and that cobbler's last night was enough and he was sober so he didn't have any excuse. He said something like"you're a hot trollop, you're naked in my bed, and I'm going to bonk you."

He got on top of me and started pumping away. I was too tired, sore and had the beginnings of a hangover to fight or to enjoy it or to do anything but just try to hang onto the subject of my belly. He got bilk I wasn't responding and started fucking me harder, making it hurt more. Finally, hoping to get it over with sooner rather than later, I started fucking him back and making moaning noises that I hoped were convincing. It worked because he pulled out and came all over me again. I got up out of the bed and almost fell to the floor, my legs were so shaky. I hobbled to the bathroom and rinsed off in the rain shower, then looking at the dirty bed sheet and Frank sitting there looking totally engrossed in his iPad, I turned and shuffled down the hall to the guestroom and fell asleep.

A few 60 minutes later, I woke up, found all my clothes all over the theatre and drove hot dog back to his car. I didn't say anything for a hanker time until he finally broke the secretiveness."That was a lot of fun, I hope you're not offended, but you're a smashing lay."I smiled a tight-lipped smiling and held back the urge to cry. We got close to the parking lot where he'd left his car and he tried talking again."The only thing I regret is that I didn't get to fuck you more."I felt a wave of sickness and sorrowfulness and disgust and shame. He got out of my car and took off toward the parking garage and I went place and took a long shower .