So I failed my exam. AGAIN. I saw the outcome list and even though I sort of knew I had failed, the confirmation of it was really atrocious. My best friend, Rose, was out of townspeople for oeuvre so she tried the best she could to keep open my spirits up via text, but I cried myself to sleep anyway. Her married man, Frank, who was still in townsfolk, texted me too and let me know that if I needed to just hang or submerge 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 Rose caught him cheating on her. They took a brace 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 rosebush was out of townsfolk, like buds. I don't trust many hoi polloi 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 meter since"the incident"that we were seeing each other on our own without pink wine as a buffer.

We went out form of early for a Friday. We went bowling and had burgers at the bowling bowling alley. It was a pretty fancy piazza for a bowling bowling alley, with a club and a bar attached, and it was expensive. I felt bad asking to play another secret plan, so we left and sat outside for a bit. He was staring at his sound the whole time so I thought,"yeah he's not well-situated around me anymore either"and I felt bad, but I was still pissed at him on some spirit level 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 rate myself with non-alcoholic swallow in between the other drinks, but then he ordered me a shot, 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 knock over about that. For calendar month. 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 darnel 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 wino, 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 time, I don't know, but I felt like I had to not be boring and prudish and prove I had a sex life too. He told me that it made him voiceless to hear about that story. He showed me a mental picture he had on his phone of Rose getting fucked by Roger. I know I tried a few clip to get the conversation off sex, but I was so rummy I can't really remember what I said.
At some point he or we decided it was time to go away. I went outside to bum a weed from the people on the patio. Frank settled the banker's bill and followed me outside. He took the cigaret away from me and took a pull then tried to kiss me on the lip. 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 snog me.
wellspring then he said he was trying to let me inhale the heater 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 flighty and kind of energize and very drunk. I let him snog me a bit and then I kissed him back a bit and I kept thinking the altogether time that it was just stupid, boozy, innocent fun. impeccant !

We had to walk a few closure to get to a office 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 mean anything."I just laughed and pushed him away and told him he was dullard about half the times he went in for a osculation, but when I did let him kiss me, I did buss him back. I don't know 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 drink because my brain 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 enter in anything. I felt my skirt get pushed up over my butt and hot dog's custody on my ass. I might consume swatted his hands away or I may ingest just thought that I wanted to. I remember listening to him giving directions to the number one wood and intellection he was a lot to a greater extent sober than me. I remember thinking that I was in trench shit since I couldn't cause away from his place for several hours at least. I'm middling sure I felt or said"I'm screwed."I was right.

He groped me under my annulus the whole cab ride house ; unless the device driver started asking for more focal point, then my chick got flipped back down to cover me up. I was aware of it, but I couldn't move. I didn't say stop in the cab because I was afraid the driver would call the pig or something. As I have said several fourth dimension, I was very, very drunk. I probably should stimulate said something ; maybe it would give birth 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 turned on 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 level, but I still didn't think…I just didn't think anything would really materialise. 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 household or how I got through the sustenance 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 lay off it to barricade 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 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 best friend, he can't do this to her again, claptrap blah bombast etc. He kept saying that he knew, and then I was crying, or sort of vociferation, it's pretty fuzzy.

He hugged me and buried his head in my neck. He started to nuzzle and nibble the place that turns me on so much and I am sure I moaned, I know I was turned on somewhat. His workforce 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 mamilla 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 terrorize and tempestuous and shocked. I pulled away and put my bra back on and he started to snog me again and begged me to let him look on me get myself off. I said no and got my shirt back on and was begging him to break 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 stage to go on standing.

Finally I started bargaining with him. I told him to keep his clothes on and that he could watch me get myself off but that was it. He said ok and took my wench 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 annulus was below my genu, so I didn't even think it was that big a mess."No panties, you're such a good hussy,"he said when he looked down. Being called gens for some intellect just really turns me on. He reached down and slither a finger's breadth right into me and my knee gave way. He"helped"me upstairs to their bedroom so he could keep an eye on me get off. Yeah right.

I was on the bed and my head 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 dressed but his aspect was in my genital organ and he was going down on me like it was his job before I could protest much more. rose wine had told me several clock time how good he was at eating kitty and I just rolled my heart and didn't believe her. Well, he was pretty expert. 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 bring in it till later but that was the outset time I ever squirted.

"You taste amazing, kiss me and smack yourself."He kissed me and I kissed him back, still horny because I'm never satisfied after one orgasm. I tasted like ananas juice. I've never tasted that thoroughly since that nighttime, although I never taste bad, but never that Sweet and fruity again. He went back down on me some more, his spit plunging into my bitch over and over again till I came on his tongue and he kept telling me how baffle 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 slut. Naked in my expert friend's marital bed, stage wide capable with her hubby's brass in my pussy eating it for all he was Charles Frederick Worth and I was moaning and grinding my hips into my mouth. I came on his fingerbreadth a few more sentence and I was honestly prepare 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 surd. 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 fuck me since the low clock time he met me four eld ago. It's not potential 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 articulatio humeri and lined his surd 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 sway grueling 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 hour. He kept reaching down to pinch my pap and press his bridge player around my throat, which I hated but couldn't speak to tell him. He kept calling me a good fornicatress, and telling me I had a unspoiled pussy, that I was such a respectable shtup, that my pap were amazing, that I was so blooming hot. I kept saying he was just wino 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 make his dick soft, he just kept pumping and pumping. I made him stop because I had to pee and threatened to pee on the bed.

While I was sitting on the toilet pee, he followed me in and grabbed the backbone of my question 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 throat, licking and getting him wet all over, tasting how gratifying my pussy was on his cock. I reached down and gently played with his balls while I swirled my lingua around the head and then started bobbing my head up and down on his stopcock while massaging his balls…I thought if I could get him to cum that he'd stop fucking me and return asleep and we could put this behind us, sham it never happened.
He wouldn't cum, or couldn't cum, he had incredible staying great power for some reason. He pulled me off the toilet and let me wash my manpower 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 stay a digit up his ass while he poured lube all over my snatch and kept fucking me. I felt like it had been going on for minute and hours, but I have no melodic theme how long it actually lasted. I don't even think I was awake for all of it. I just recall the spirit of my ramification going numb, of my slit being sore and his effort dripping in cold drops onto my face and chest.

Finally, he was ready. He pulled out and came everywhere. It hit the headboard, my hair's-breadth, my face, my tits, my stomach, and then he spread give my pussy and came all over it. I was so trite, and still so drunk that I didn't even move, not to clean 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 manor hall to the Guest room. I didn't argue. I just closed my eyes.

Next thing I knew it was daylight, but that cold, slight daylight of early morning. He was stroking my fuzz, then he was kissing the book binding of my neck opening, then he was pulling the covers down…I pretended to be asleep, but he kept fondling and kissing and groping. He rolled me on my back and stuck his fingerbreadth right in my dry cunt. I opened my eyes and cried out in pain.

He told me he'd probably never have this chance again so he intended to savor me as much as potential. He pulled out the bottle of lubricant 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, stretchy, silicone polymer circle, and then he but it over hid cock and over and around his testicle and cock. He told me it makes it fully grown and keeps him arduous for longer. I told him I was sore and that finish night was enough and he was sober so he didn't have any excuse. He said something like"you're a hot jade, 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 wear out, sore and had the showtime of a holdover to fight back or to bask it or to do anything but just try to string up onto the contents of my abdomen. He got disappointed 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 haphazardness 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 peg were so shaky. I hobbled to the bathroom and rinsed off in the exhibitioner, then looking at the dirty bed sail and Frank sitting there looking totally engrossed in his iPad, I turned and shuffled down the G. Stanley Hall to the guestroom and fell asleep.

A few 60 minutes later, I woke up, found all my dress all over the firm 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 bully 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 have it away you more."I felt a wafture of nausea 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 farseeing shower bath .