So I failed my exam. AGAIN. I saw the results list and even though I sort of knew I had failed, the confirmation of it was really awful. My best booster, blush wine, was out of Ithiel Town for work so she tried the advantageously she could to proceed my spirits up via text, but I cried myself to sleep anyway. Her husband, frankfurter, who was still in townsfolk, texted me too and let me know 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 other much for about four months before this all happened. That's when rosiness caught him cheating on her. They took a couple of calendar month 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 initiative clip since"the incident"that we were seeing each other on our own without rosiness as a buffer.

We went out form of early on for a Fri. We went bowling and had Burger at the bowling skittle alley. It was a pretty fancy piazza for a bowling skittle 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 earphone the unhurt time so I thought,"yeah he's not well-off around me anymore either"and I felt bad, but I was still pissed at him on some layer 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 other drinks, but then he ordered me a shaft, and then I ordered really expensive whiskey and we started having very explicit discourse 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 calendar month. Now, they were swingers. I still think that makes no sentience, that she never was a swinger or had had a threesome before but after her husband trickster on her, she starts having threesomes and swapping partner like it's nothing…I digress. So there was a guy, Roger, that had been…guesting, I guess you'd cry it. wiener 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 commend what I told him. Probably something like it doesn't topic 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 square-toed and prove I had a sex animation too. He told me that it made him knockout to get wind about that floor. He showed me a picture he had on his earpiece of rosebush getting fucked by Roger. I know I tried a few times to get the conversation off sex, but I was so drunkard I can't really commemorate what I said.
At some tip he or we decided it was time to bequeath. I went outside to bum a fastball from the people on the terrace. Frank settled the bill and followed me outside. He took the butt away from me and took a pull then tried to kiss me on the mouth. I pulled away and pushed him, laughing and telling him he was being a sottish changeling. 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 sess from him. So I did that a couple of meter with him still thinking that was ok because although our moths were touching, it wasn't a osculation. Then he started kissing me and I…I don't know I was nervous and kind of unrestrained and very drunk. I let him snog me a bit and then I kissed him back a bit and I kept thinking the whole prison term that it was just stupid, boozy, innocent fun. Innocent !

We had to walk a few blocks to get to a place where we could catch a cab. I was feeling wino and happy and having fun kissing here and there. I remember he said something to me like"you're so coolheaded because you know this doesn't mean anything."I just laughed and pushed him away and told him he was dullard about half the multiplication he went in for a buss, but when I did let him snog me, I did buss him back. I don't lie with 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 accept been pretty intoxicated because my brain started going in and out, like being half asleep where you're kind of aware of thing going on, but not really able to speak or participate in anything. I felt my bird get pushed up over my backside and Frank's workforce on my ass. I might feature swatted his hands away or I may have just thought that I wanted to. I remember listening to him giving directions to the driver and thought he was a lot Thomas More sober than me. I remember thinking that I was in abstruse turd since I couldn't driving away from his place for various hours at least. I'm passably sure I felt or said"I'm screwed."I was right.

He groped me under my skirt the whole cab ride house ; unless the device driver started asking for more directions, then my skirt got flipped back down to plow me up. I was aware of it, but I couldn't motility. I didn't say stay 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 receive 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 turned on when I'm drunkard, 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 layer, but I still didn't think…I just didn't think anything would really go on. Not four months after he cheated on rosebush, not with her best Quaker, 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 remember getting in the house 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 house at him getting naked and then I really got alarmed. I remember yelling at him to get his clothes back on, to stop it to intercept being dullard. 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 tenacious meter, 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 acquaintance, he can't do this to her again, blah blah rant etc. He kept saying that he knew, and then I was crying, or sort of crying, it's pretty bleary.

He hugged me and buried his fountainhead in my neck. He started to nuzzle and nibble the place that turns me on so very 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 breathing space was stuck, or else I was panting, or he was panting and I couldn't breathe, I was horny and terrified and wild and shocked. I pulled away and put my bra back on and he started to kiss me again and begged me to let him watch over me get myself off. I said no and got my shirt back on and was begging him to lay off 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 struggle with my legs to keep standing.

Finally I started bargaining with him. I told him to keep his dress on and that he could watch out me get myself off but that was it. He said ok and took my skirt off. I had taken the panties 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 genu, so I didn't even think it was that big a business 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 slid a digit right into me and my articulatio genus 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 mind and the elbow room and the existence was spinning. He was on the bed and he was naked. I remember telling him he had to detain 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. blush wine had told me several prison term how in effect 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 clitoris. I came pretty quickly and I didn't bring in it till later but that was the low sentence I ever squirted.

"You taste amazing, buss me and taste yourself."He kissed me and I kissed him back, still horny because I'm never satisfied after one climax. I tasted like pineapple 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 trough I came on his tongue and he kept telling me how amazing I tasted. I kept saying no here and there but I didn't push him away anymore ; I wanted to cum again. He was the right way, I was a slut. Naked in my beneficial friend's marital bed, peg wide unfastened with her married man's face in my cunt eating it for all he was Charles Frederick Worth and I was moaning and grinding my hips into my backtalk. I came on his fingers a few more times and I was honestly set 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 hard. I came, screaming and squirting again. The solid sentence he's telling me how much he wants me, hot fucking hot I am, that he's wanted to be intimate me since the number one time he met me four years ago. It's not possible to not be affected by those thing 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 get out leg over his shoulder joint and lined his hard dick up to my cunt. With no condom.
"You want me to fuck you ?"he asked. I wanted to keep cumming, but I shook my head.
"We shouldn't do this, we can't do this."I said as he slid is rock 'n' roll intemperately tool all the way into me. It felt good.
He kept my leg pressed between our eubstance as he pumped in and out of me, relentlessly, for probably a half hour. He kept reaching down to pinch my pap and press his paw around my throat, which I hated but couldn't speak to tell him. He kept calling me a good jade, and telling me I had a good pussy, that I was such a good fuck, that my tits were beat, that I was so fucking hot. I kept saying he was just drunk and he was going to repent it in the morning, that I would, that when we were sober we were going to hate ourselves, but that didn't lay down his prick soft, he just kept pumping and pumping. I made him arrest 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 binding of my chief 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 odoriferous my pussy 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 putz 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, profess it never happened.
He wouldn't cum, or couldn't cum, he had incredible staying power for some cause. He pulled me off the toilet and let me launder my hands before pulling me back into the bedchamber 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 nonplus a finger up his ass while he poured lube all over my pussy and kept fucking me. I felt like it had been going on for hours and 60 minutes, but I have no idea how farseeing it actually lasted. I don't even think I was awake for all of it. I just remember the tone of my legs going numb, of my pussy being sore and his sweat dripping in dusty free fall onto my typeface and chest.

Finally, he was ready. He pulled out and came everywhere. It hit the headboard, my hair, my face, my tits, my breadbasket, and then he spread open my pussy and came all over it. I was so tire, and still so salute that I didn't even move, not to clean house 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 cold, fragile day of betimes dayspring. He was stroking my hairsbreadth, then he was kissing the back 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 slit. I opened my eyes and cried out in pain.

He told me he'd probably never have this hazard again so he intended to enjoy me as much as possible. He pulled out the nursing bottle of lube and squirted it all over me and him. He asked me if I'd ever seen a cock mob and I said I hadn't. He showed me this clear, stretchy, silicone circle, and then he but it over hid stopcock and over and around his balls and cock. He told me it makes it bigger and keeps him harder for yearner. 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 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 tired, sore and had the beginnings of a hangover to oppose or to enjoy it or to do anything but just try to hang onto the contents of my stomach. He got baffle 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 dissonance 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 branch were so wobbly. I hobbled to the bathroom and rinsed off in the exhibitor, then looking at the dirty bed sheet and wienerwurst sitting there looking totally engrossed in his iPad, I turned and shuffled down the residence hall to the guestroom and fell asleep.

A few hours later, I woke up, found all my wearing apparel all over the house and drove wiener back to his car. I didn't say anything for a foresighted time until he finally broke the secrecy."That was a lot of fun, I hope you're not offended, but you're a groovy lay."I smiled a tight-lipped smile 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 matter 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 home and took a foresighted exhibitor .