So I failed my exam. AGAIN. I saw the outcome leaning and even though I sort of knew I had failed, the check of it was really painful. My estimable friend, Rose, was out of townsfolk for body of work so she tried the skillful she could to keep my life up via text edition, but I cried myself to log Z's anyway. Her husband, Frank, who was still in townsfolk, texted me too and let me make love that if I needed to just hang up or drown my sorrow or whatever, he was there for me.

My story with Frank…we hadn't seen each other much for about four calendar month before this all happened. That's when rosebush caught him cheating on her. They took a couplet of calendar month 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 rosiness was out of town, like buds. I don't trust many masses 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 kickoff time since"the incident"that we were seeing each early on our own without blush wine as a buffer.

We went out form of betimes for a Friday. We went bowling and had Burger at the bowling alley. It was a reasonably fancy spot for a bowling alley, with a club and a bar attached, and it was expensive. I felt bad asking to play another plot, 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 storey so I said I should just go home. He said no and we walked to a nearby bar.

We drank a lot. I was trying to pace myself with non-alcoholic drinks in between the former beverage, but then he ordered me a shot, and then I ordered really expensive whiskey and we started having very expressed discourse about his sex life history 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 sensation, that she never was a tramp or had had a threesome before but after her husband cheats on her, she starts having 3 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 sot, so I can't call up 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 prudish and establish I had a sex life too. He told me that it made him hard to get wind about that story. He showed me a picture he had on his phone 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 think what I said.
At some point he or we decided it was time to leave. I went outside to bum a heater from the people on the patio. frankfurter settled the bill and followed me outside. He took the cigaret away from me and took a pull then tried to kiss me on the rima oris. I pulled away and pushed him, laughing and telling him he was being a drunken cretin. 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 breathe in the smoke from him. So I did that a couple of times 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 variety of excited and very inebriated. 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, innocent fun. Innocent !

We had to walk a few occlusion to get to a situation where we could catch a cab. I was feeling drunk 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 intend anything."I just laughed and pushed him away and told him he was dazed about half the times he went in for a buss, but when I did let him snog me, I did kiss him back. I don't make love 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 been pretty drunk because my brainpower started going in and out, like being half asleep where you're kind of aware of things going on, but not really capable to speak or enter in anything. I felt my chick get pushed up over my butt and Frank's bridge player on my ass. I might have swatted his hands away or I may receive just thought that I wanted to. I remember listening to him giving instruction to the driver and cerebration he was a lot more sober than me. I remember thinking that I was in deep darn since I couldn't thrust away from his station for several hours at to the lowest degree. I'm reasonably sure I felt or said"I'm screwed."I was right.

He groped me under my annulus the whole cab ride home ; unless the driver started asking for more commission, then my skirt got flipped back down to spread over 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 driver would prognosticate the cops or something. As I have said several times, I was very, very drunk. I probably should have said something ; maybe it would have scared him. Toward the end of the cab ride, he succeeded in getting his finger in between my labia from behind. I know I was wet, I'm always stupidly horny when I'm drunk, 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 spirit level, but I still didn't think…I just didn't think anything would really fall out. Not four months after he cheated on Rose, not with her best friend, who told him off and called him every name in the book and then didn't speak to him in any meaningful way for four months.

I can't think getting in the house or how I got through the living room, past the kitchen to the breakfast corner, but I remember standing at the breakfast bar and looking across the house at him getting naked and then I really got alarmed. I remember yelling at him to get his dress back on, to blockade it to stop being dazed. He got some of his clothes 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 best ally, he can't do this to her again, fustian blah bombast etc. He kept saying that he knew, and then I was crying, or form of tears, it's pretty fuzzy.

He hugged me and buried his fountainhead in my neck. He started to cuddle and nibble the piazza that turns me on so lots and I am sure I moaned, I know I was turned on somewhat. His custody 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 breath was stuck, or else I was panting, or he was panting and I couldn't breathe, I was horny and panic-struck and angry and shocked. I pulled away and put my bra back on and he started to kiss me again and begged me to let him look out me get myself off. I said no and got my shirt back on and was begging him to stop 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 stage to proceed standing.

Finally I started bargaining with him. I told him to maintain his clothes on and that he could catch me get myself off but that was it. He said ok and took my chick off. I had taken the step-in off earlier in the evening ( very sneakily I thought, too ), because they were riding up in a really uncomfortable way when I had been bowling. The skirt was below my knee, so I didn't even think it was that big a slew."No panties, you're such a goodness slattern,"he said when he looked down. Being called gens for some cause just really turns me on. He reached down and slither 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 forefront and the way and the universe was spinning. He was on the bed and he was naked. I remember telling him he had to stay dressed but his face was in my crotch and he was going down on me like it was his job before I could protest much more. Rose had told me several clip how honorable he was at eating snatch and I just rolled my eyes and didn't believe her. Well, he was pretty well. He knew just where my g-spot was and how to rub it, fast and hard while sucking my clit. I came pretty quickly and I didn't realize it cashbox later but that was the beginning fourth dimension I ever squirted.

"You taste amazing, kiss me and taste yourself."He kissed me and I kissed him back, still horny because I'm never satisfied after one orgasm. I tasted like Ananas comosus juice. I've never tasted that skilful since that night, although I never tasting bad, but never that sweet and fruity again. He went back down on me some more, his clapper plunging into my cunt over and over again till I came on his tongue and he kept telling me how awesome 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 best friend's marital bed, pegleg spacious outdoors with her husband's face in my puss eating it for all he was Worth and I was moaning and grinding my articulatio coxae into my mouth. I came on his digit a few more times and I was honestly ready to sleep but he wasn't done with me yet.

He pulled Rose'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 heavily. 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 hump me since the first time he met me four year ago. It's not possible to not be affected by those things while you're wino 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 gruelling putz up to my cunt. With no condom.
"You want me to make out you ?"he asked. I wanted to retain cumming, but I shook my head.
"We shouldn't do this, we can't do this."I said as he slid is John Rock hard cock all the way into me. It felt good.
He kept my leg pressed between our bodies as he pumped in and out of me, relentlessly, for probably a half hr. He kept reaching down to lift my mammilla and insistence his hand around my throat, which I hated but couldn't speak to tell him. He kept calling me a upright jade, and telling me I had a beneficial twat, that I was such a good piece of tail, that my titmouse were nonplus, that I was so fucking hot. I kept saying he was just drunk and he was going to regret it in the morn, that I would, that when we were sober we were going to detest ourselves, but that didn't make his prick soft, he just kept pumping and pumping. I made him barricade because I had to pee and threatened to pee on the bed.

While I was sitting on the pot peeing, he followed me in and grabbed the back of my principal and shoved it down on his rooster. I pulled off him and started blowing him so he wouldn't choke me. I took him till he hit the backbone of my throat, licking and getting him wet all over, tasting how dessert my pussycat was on his cock. I reached down and gently played with his balls while I swirled my clapper around the head and then started bobbing my head teacher 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 shine asleep and we could put this behind us, pretend it never happened.
He wouldn't cum, or couldn't cum, he had incredible staying mightiness for some reason. He pulled me off the bathroom and let me wash my manus 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 flummox a finger up his ass while he poured lube all over my kitty and kept fucking me. I felt like it had been going on for minute 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 remember the feeling of my legs going numb, of my pussy being sore and his sweat dripping in coldness drops onto my face and chest.

Finally, he was gear up. He pulled out and came everywhere. It hit the headboard, my whisker, my brass, my boob, my stomach, and then he spread open my cunt and came all over it. I was so wear out, and still so drunk that I didn't even move, not to houseclean 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 thing I knew it was daylight, but that coldness, slight daylight of early good morning. He was stroking my haircloth, then he was kissing the dorsum of my neck, then he was pulling the cover charge down…I pretended to be asleep, but he kept fondling and kissing and groping. He rolled me on my back and stuck his fingers 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 lubricant and squirted it all over me and him. He asked me if I'd ever seen a turncock hoop and I said I hadn't. He showed me this authorize, stretchable, silicone roundabout, and then he but it over hid peter and over and around his balls and cock. He told me it makes it bighearted and keeps him voiceless for long. I told him I was sore and that last Nox was enough and he was sober so he didn't have any excuse. He said something like"you're a hot slut, 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 tire out, 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 contents of my stomach. He got frustrated 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 branch were so wonky. I hobbled to the bathroom and rinsed off in the exhibitioner, then looking at the unsporting bed canvas and hot dog 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 clothes all over the house and drove Frank back to his car. I didn't say anything for a long 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 grinning 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 only matter I regret is that I didn't get to screw you more."I felt a wave of malady 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 .