So I failed my test. AGAIN. I saw the results list and even though I sort of knew I had failed, the confirmation of it was really painful. My best booster, Rose, was out of Town for body of work so she tried the comfortably she could to keep my heart up via text, but I cried myself to sleep anyway. Her married man, Frank, who was still in town, texted me too and let me know that if I needed to just hang or overwhelm my regret or whatever, he was there for me.

My chronicle with Frank…we hadn't seen each former much for about four months before this all happened. That's when rose wine 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 friends before that ; we'd hung out when Rose was out of township, 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 friendly relationship too. So this was going to be the showtime time since"the incident"that we were seeing each early on our own without pink wine as a buffer.

We went out kind of early for a Fri. We went bowling and had burgers at the bowling alley. It was a pretty fancy property for a bowling alley, with a baseball club and a bar attached, and it was expensive. I felt bad asking to toy another game, so we left and sat outside for a bit. He was staring at his phone the whole time so I thought,"yeah he's not comfortable around me anymore either"and I felt bad, but I was still pissed at him on some stratum so I said I should just go menage. He said no and we walked to a nearby bar.

We drank a lot. I was trying to pace myself with non-alcoholic drinkable in between the other drunkenness, but then he ordered me a shot, and then I ordered really expensive whiskey and we started having very explicit discussions about his sex liveliness with Rose. Before the incident, they were not having sex, like at all. Rose had been very, very turnover about that. For months. Now, they were swingers. I still think that makes no sense, that she never was a swinger or had had a threesome before but after her husband cheats on her, she starts having tierce 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 inebriate, so I can't retrieve 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 time, I don't know, but I felt like I had to not be boring and straight-laced and prove I had a sex lifetime too. He told me that it made him hard to get a line about that story. He showed me a movie he had on his phone of rose wine getting fucked by Roger. I know I tried a few clip 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 entrust. I went outside to bum a sess from the people on the patio. Frank settled the nib and followed me outside. He took the cigarette away from me and took a retarding force then tried to kiss me on the mouth. I pulled away and pushed him, laughing and telling him he was being a sottish idiot. It never occurred to me at all that he could be seriously trying to kiss me.
Well then he said he was trying to let me inspire the smoke from him. So I did that a yoke of prison term 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 agitate and very drunk. I let him osculate me a bit and then I kissed him back a bit and I kept thinking the altogether time that it was just stupid, drunken, innocuous fun. innocent !

We had to take the air a few blocks to get to a lieu where we could enchant a cab. I was feeling drunkard and happy 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 value anything."I just laughed and pushed him away and told him he was pudding head about half the times he went in for a buss, but when I did let him osculate me, I did buss him back. I don't make love how many clock time we kissed before we got to the cab stand.

We got a cab and I got in and slumped over. I must have been pretty drunkard because my genius started going in and out, like being half asleep where you're kind of aware of things going on, but not really able to speak or participate in anything. I felt my wench get pushed up over my butt and Frank's custody on my ass. I might have swatted his hired hand away or I may have just thought that I wanted to. I remember listening to him giving directions to the driver and thinking he was a lot more sober than me. I remember thinking that I was in deep shit since I couldn't drive away from his place for several 60 minutes at to the lowest degree. I'm pretty sure I felt or said"I'm screwed."I was right.

He groped me under my skirt the hale cab ride home ; unless the device driver started asking for Thomas More directions, then my dame got flipped back down to cover me up. I was aware of it, but I couldn't motion. I didn't say stop in the cab because I was afraid the number one wood would call the cops or something. As I have said respective fourth dimension, I was very, very salute. I probably should consume said something ; maybe it would have scared him. Toward the end of the cab ride, he succeeded in getting his fingers in between my labia from behind. I know I was wet, I'm always stupidly corneous when I'm inebriate, even if I don't want sex, I get wet. I'm sure he took that as a sign I wanted it. I probably was turned on on some point, but I still didn't think…I just didn't think anything would really happen. Not four months after he cheated on Rose, not with her honorable Friend, who told him off and called him every name in the leger and then didn't speak to him in any meaningful way for four months.

I can't recall getting in the household or how I got through the living room, past the kitchen to the breakfast nook, but I remember standing at the breakfast bar and looking across the business firm at him getting naked and then I really got alarmed. I remember yelling at him to get his clothes back on, to discontinue it to stop being stupid. He got some of his dress 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 long time, 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 topper friend, he can't do this to her again, blah blah blah etc. He kept saying that he knew, and then I was crying, or variety of crying, it's pretty hazy.

He hugged me and buried his head in my neck. He started to cuddle and nibble the seat that turns me on so much and I am sure I moaned, I know I was turned on somewhat. His hands 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 terrorize and raging and traumatise. I pulled away and put my bra back on and he started to kiss me again and begged me to let him observe me get myself off. I said no and got my shirt back on and was begging him to intercept touching me, to break off 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 conflict with my legs to keep standing.

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

I was on the bed and my headspring and the room and the universe was spinning. He was on the bed and he was naked. I remember telling him he had to stay on dressed but his face was in my genital organ and he was going down on me like it was his job before I could protest much more. pink wine had told me various clip how unspoiled 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 realise it public treasury later but that was the first clip I ever squirted.

"You taste amazing, kiss 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 juice. I've never tasted that upright since that night, although I never taste bad, but never that Henry Sweet and fruity again. He went back down on me some more, his tongue plunging into my cunt over and over again public treasury I came on his tongue and he kept telling me how astound I tasted. I kept saying no here and there but I didn't get-up-and-go him away anymore ; I wanted to cum again. He was decent, I was a trollop. Naked in my C. H. Best protagonist's matrimonial bed, legs blanket unresolved with her hubby's human face in my pussy eating it for all he was worth and I was moaning and grinding my coxa into my backtalk. I came on his fingers a few more times and I was honestly set up to log Z's but he wasn't done with me yet.

He pulled pink wine's vibrator out of her nightstand drawer and started fucking me with it. He plunged it inscrutable inside me and then started moving it in and out fast and hard. I came, screaming and squirting again. The all clip he's telling me how much he wants me, hot fucking hot I am, that he's wanted to fuck me since the outset time he met me four twelvemonth ago. It's not possible to not be affected by those things while you're drunk and cumming over and over and doing something very forbidden. Even though I kept saying we shouldn't, I had stopped saying"no"and I kept cumming.

Finally, he put my left leg over his shoulder and lined his grueling prick up to my cunt. With no condom.
"You want me to have it off you ?"he asked. I wanted to sustain cumming, but I shook my head.
"We shouldn't do this, we can't do this."I said as he slid is rock hard putz all the way into me. It felt good.
He kept my leg pressed between our trunk as he pumped in and out of me, relentlessly, for probably a half time of day. He kept reaching down to nip my nipples and press his bridge player around my pharynx, which I hated but couldn't speak to separate him. He kept calling me a proficient jade, and telling me I had a full twat, that I was such a dependable fuck, that my tits were beat, that I was so fucking hot. I kept saying he was just drunk 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 construct his incision soft, he just kept pumping and pumping. I made him finish because I had to pee and threatened to pee on the bed.

While I was sitting on the toilet peeing, he followed me in and grabbed the rachis of my head and shoved it down on his cock. I pulled off him and started blowing him so he wouldn't choke me. I took him till he hit the back of my pharynx, licking and getting him wet all over, tasting how sweet my pussy was on his hammer. I reached down and gently played with his balls while I swirled my tongue around the brain and then started bobbing my head up and down on his prick while massaging his balls…I intellection if I could get him to cum that he'd plosive speech sound fucking me and fall asleep and we could put this behind us, pretend it never happened.
He wouldn't cum, or couldn't cum, he had incredible staying power for some understanding. He pulled me off the toilet and let me dampen my hands 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 around a digit up his ass while he poured lube all over my slit and kept fucking me. I felt like it had been going on for hr and hours, but I have no estimate how long it actually lasted. I don't even think I was awake for all of it. I just think back the feeling of my pegleg going numb, of my kitty-cat being sore and his sweat dripping in low temperature free fall onto my facial expression and chest.

Finally, he was ready. He pulled out and came everywhere. It hit the headboard, my pilus, my side, my teat, my stomach, and then he spread open my pussy and came all over it. I was so tired, and still so tope that I didn't even locomote, not to pick up or anything. He went and got a towel or something and wiped me off a bit and then told me I better stick 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 thing I knew it was daylight, but that frigid, sparse daylight of former dayspring. He was stroking my hair, then he was kissing the rear of my neck opening, then he was pulling the cover version down…I pretended to be asleep, but he kept fondling and kissing and groping. He rolled me on my book binding and stuck his fingers right in my dry slit. I opened my eyes and cried out in pain.

He told me he'd probably never have this luck again so he intended to enjoy me as much as possible. He pulled out the bottle of lubricator 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 clean-cut, stretchy, silicone lot, and then he but it over hid shaft and over and around his balls and cock. He told me it makes it large and keeps him harder for longer. I told him I was sore and that last night was enough and he was sober so he didn't have any alibi. He said something like"you're a hot fornicatress, you're naked in my bed, and I'm going to fuck you."

He got on top of me and started pumping away. I was too tired, sore and had the beginnings of a katzenjammer to fight back or to revel it or to do anything but just try to hang up onto the contents of my venter. He got foiled I wasn't responding and started fucking me severely, making it hurt more. Finally, hoping to get it over with Oklahoman 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 story, my legs were so trembling. I hobbled to the bathroom and rinsed off in the shower, then looking at the unsporting bed weather sheet and hotdog sitting there looking totally engrossed in his iPad, I turned and shuffled down the hall to the guestroom and fell asleep.

A few hours later, I woke up, found all my dress all over the house and drove Frank back to his car. I didn't say anything for a farseeing time until he finally broke the silence."That was a lot of fun, I hope you're not offended, but you're a great lay."I smiled a tight-lipped smile and held back the itch to cry. We got close to the parking lot where he'd left his car and he tried talking again."The lone thing I regret is that I didn't get to fuck you more."I felt a Wave of illness and sadness and disgust and shame. He got out of my car and took off toward the parking garage and I went home and took a long shower bath .