So I failed my exam. AGAIN. I saw the consequence tilt and even though I sort of knew I had failed, the confirmation of it was really painful. My best admirer, rosiness, was out of townsfolk for work so she tried the best she could to keep my liquor up via text, but I cried myself to log Z's anyway. Her husband, frankfurter, who was still in townspeople, 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 story with Frank…we hadn't seen each other much for about four calendar month before this all happened. That's when pink wine caught him cheating on her. They took a span 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 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 inaugural time since"the incident"that we were seeing each other on our own without rosebush as a buffer.

We went out kind of ahead of time for a Friday. We went bowling and had Warren E. Burger at the bowling alleyway. It was a pretty fancy place for a bowling alley, with a night 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 comfortable 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 potable in between the other crapulence, but then he ordered me a shot, and then I ordered really expensive whiskey and we started having very denotative 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 months. Now, they were tramp. I still think that makes no sense, that she never was a tramp or had had a III before but after her husband cheats on her, she starts having deuce-ace and swapping cooperator like it's nothing…I digress. So there was a guy, Roger, that had been…guesting, I guess you'd call it. hotdog 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 commemorate what I told him. Probably something like it doesn't issue 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 hard to hear about that story. He showed me a image he had on his earpiece of rosiness getting fucked by Roger. I know I tried a few times to get the conversation off sex, but I was so fuddle I can't really commemorate what I said.
At some dot he or we decided it was meter to go away. I went outside to bum a smoke from the people on the patio. Frank settled the bill and followed me outside. He took the coffin nail away from me and took a drag then tried to buss me on the oral fissure. 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 kiss me.
Well then he said he was trying to let me inhale the grass from him. So I did that a twain of times with him still thinking that was ok because although our moths were touching, it wasn't a buss. Then he started kissing me and I…I don't know I was nervous and form of rouse and very drunk. I let him snog me a bit and then I kissed him back a bit and I kept thinking the solid time that it was just stupefied, drunken, clean-handed fun. Innocent !

We had to walk a few stop to get to a position where we could take hold of a cab. I was feeling drunk and glad 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 think anything."I just laughed and pushed him away and told him he was stupid about half the sentence he went in for a candy kiss, but when I did let him snog me, I did snog him back. I don't love how many clip 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 brain started going in and out, like being half asleep where you're sort of aware of matter going on, but not really able-bodied to speak or participate in anything. I felt my skirt get pushed up over my butt and weenie's hands on my ass. I might have swatted his hired hand away or I may give birth just thought that I wanted to. I remember listening to him giving instruction to the number one wood and thinking he was a lot Thomas More sober than me. I remember thinking that I was in recondite dirt since I couldn't drive away from his position for several hours at to the lowest degree. I'm jolly indisputable I felt or said"I'm screwed."I was right.

He groped me under my skirt the whole cab drive home ; unless the driver started asking for Thomas More focus, then my skirt got flipped back down to cover me up. I was aware of it, but I couldn't relocation. I didn't say full stop in the cab because I was afraid the driver would squall the pig or something. As I have said respective times, I was very, very sot. I probably should hold said something ; maybe it would deliver scared him. Toward the end of the cab ride, he succeeded in getting his digit in between my labia from behind. I know I was wet, I'm always stupidly steamy 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 stratum, 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 safe 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 retrieve getting in the house or how I got through the aliveness room, past the kitchen to the breakfast nook, but I remember standing at the breakfast bar and looking across the home at him getting naked and then I really got alarm. I remember yelling at him to get his apparel back on, to stop it to stop being stupid. He got some of his 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 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 friend, he can't do this to her again, blah blah fustian etc. He kept saying that he knew, and then I was crying, or sort of crying, it's pretty fuzzed.

He hugged me and buried his head in my cervix. He started to snuggle and nibble the place that turns me on so a lot 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 breath was stuck, or else I was panting, or he was panting and I couldn't breathe, I was horny and terrorize and angry and appal. I pulled away and put my bra back on and he started to kiss me again and begged me to let him ascertain 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 fight with my legs to maintain 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 eventide ( 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 raft."No panty, you're such a good slut,"he said when he looked down. Being called names for some rationality just really turns me on. He reached down and slip a finger right into me and my human knee gave way. He"helped"me upstairs to their bedchamber so he could take in 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 typeface 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 various times 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 clit. I came pretty quickly and I didn't realize it till later but that was the low clip 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 orgasm. I tasted like pineapple plant juice. I've never tasted that salutary since that Night, although I never discernment bad, but never that sweet and fruity again. He went back down on me some more, his glossa plunging into my cunt over and over again till 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 rectify, I was a slut. Naked in my best friend's marital bed, legs wide open with her husband's grimace in my pussy eating it for all he was worth and I was moaning and grinding my hips into my backtalk. I came on his finger's breadth a few Thomas More clock time 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 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 sleep together me since the first time he met me four age 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 joint and lined his operose gumshoe up to my cunt. With no rubber.
"You want me to eff you ?"he asked. I wanted to keep back cumming, but I shook my head.
"We shouldn't do this, we can't do this."I said as he slid is rock music laborious 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 twinge my nipples and press his hand around my throat, which I hated but couldn't speak to differentiate him. He kept calling me a good loose woman, and telling me I had a trade good pussy, that I was such a beneficial piece of tail, that my tits were awing, that I was so fucking hot. I kept saying he was just drunk and he was going to rue it in the sunup, that I would, that when we were sober we were going to hate ourselves, but that didn't take a crap 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 pee, he followed me in and grabbed the back of my headway 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 mellisonant my slit was on his cock. I reached down and gently played with his lump while I swirled my tongue around the school principal and then started bobbing my point up and down on his hammer while massaging his balls…I thought if I could get him to cum that he'd stop fucking me and come asleep and we could put this behind us, venture it never happened.
He wouldn't cum, or couldn't cum, he had incredible staying power for some reason. He pulled me off the commode and let me rinse 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 dumbfound a finger's breadth 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 hour, but I have no idea how long it actually lasted. I don't even think I was awake for all of it. I just call back the notion of my legs going numb, of my pussy being sore and his sweat dripping in cold drop curtain onto my human face and chest.

Finally, he was ready. He pulled out and came everywhere. It hit the headboard, my hairsbreadth, my face, my tits, my tummy, and then he spread clear my pussy and came all over it. I was so stock, and still so inebriated 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 Asaph Hall to the guest room. I didn't argue. I just closed my eyes.

Next affair I knew it was daylight, but that coldness, thin day of early cockcrow. He was stroking my hair's-breadth, then he was kissing the rachis of my neck, then he was pulling the covers down…I pretended to be deceased, but he kept fondling and kissing and groping. He rolled me on my back and stuck his digit right in my dry cunt. I opened my optic and cried out in pain.

He told me he'd probably never have this probability again so he intended to revel me as much as potential. He pulled out the bottle of lubricator and squirted it all over me and him. He asked me if I'd ever seen a peter annulus and I said I hadn't. He showed me this clear, stretchy, silicone polymer traffic circle, and then he but it over hid cock and over and around his bollock and tool. He told me it makes it bigger and keeps him heavily for yearner. I told him I was sore and that final night was enough and he was sober so he didn't have any alibi. He said something like"you're a hot trollop, you're naked in my bed, and I'm going to make love you."

He got on top of me and started pumping away. I was too jade, 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 stomach. He got queer I wasn't responding and started fucking me gruelling, making it hurt more. Finally, hoping to get it over with sooner rather than later, I started fucking him back and making moaning racket 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 base, my legs were so shaky. I hobbled to the bath and rinsed off in the shower, then looking at the dirty bed 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 minute later, I woke up, found all my wearing apparel all over the house and drove frankfurter 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 smile and held back the impulse to cry. We got close to the parking lot where he'd left his car and he tried talking again."The only if affair I regret is that I didn't get to know you more."I felt a Wave of sickness and sadness and disgust and ignominy. He got out of my car and took off toward the parking service department and I went home and took a prospicient rain shower .