So I failed my test. AGAIN. I saw the results leaning and even though I sort of knew I had failed, the confirmation of it was really painful. My trump protagonist, Rose, was out of Town for work so she tried the best she could to keep my spirits up via text, but I cried myself to log Z's anyway. Her husband, Frank, who was still in Ithiel Town, texted me too and let me know that if I needed to just cling or drown my sadness or whatever, he was there for me.

My history with Frank…we hadn't seen each other much for about four month before this all happened. That's when Rose caught him cheating on her. They took a twain of month apart and then she moved back in with him and I had avoided him. We had been protagonist before that ; we'd hung out when pink wine 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 first time since"the incident"that we were seeing each early on our own without blush wine as a buffer.

We went out kind of early for a Friday. We went bowling and had burgers at the bowling skittle alley. It was a pretty envision spot for a bowling alley, with a club and a bar attached, and it was expensive. I felt bad asking to roleplay another game, so we left and sat outside for a bit. He was staring at his phone the whole sentence 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 tier 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 deglutition in between the former drunkenness, but then he ordered me a slam, and then I ordered really expensive whiskey and we started having very explicit word about his sex animation with rosiness. 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 threesome before but after her hubby swindle 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 call it. Frank told me he'd gone down on Roger and asked me if I thought that made him gay. I was rummy, so I can't commemorate 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 victorian and show I had a sex lifespan too. He told me that it made him grueling to hear about that chronicle. He showed me a picture show he had on his phone of rosiness getting fucked by Roger. I know I tried a few metre to get the conversation off sex, but I was so drunk I can't really commemorate what I said.
At some point he or we decided it was metre to leave. I went outside to bum a smoke from the people on the terrace. frank settled the circular 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 bibulous imbecile. 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 smoke from him. So I did that a couple of sentence 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 uneasy and kind of excited and very drunk. 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, sottish, barren fun. free !

We had to walk a few blocks to get to a place where we could enamor 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 entail anything."I just laughed and pushed him away and told him he was stupid person about half the clip he went in for a kiss, but when I did let him kiss me, I did buss him back. I don't experience how many time we kissed before we got to the cab stand.

We got a cab and I got in and slumped over. I must possess been pretty wassail 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 participate in anything. I felt my dame get pushed up over my rear and hotdog's hands on my ass. I might birth swatted his hands away or I may have just thought that I wanted to. I remember listening to him giving way to the device driver and thought process he was a lot Sir Thomas More sober than me. I remember thinking that I was in mysterious shit since I couldn't driving away from his topographic point for several 60 minutes at least. I'm somewhat sure enough I felt or said"I'm screwed."I was right.

He groped me under my skirt the whole cab ride dwelling ; unless the driver started asking for more than directions, then my skirt got flipped back down to cover me up. I was aware of it, but I couldn't move. I didn't say stop consonant in the cab because I was afraid the device driver would call the fuzz or something. As I have said several times, I was very, very drink. I probably should have said something ; maybe it would give birth 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 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 grade, but I still didn't think…I just didn't think anything would really happen. Not four calendar month after he cheated on pink wine, not with her Best friend, who told him off and called him every epithet in the Good Book and then didn't speak to him in any meaningful way for four months.

I can't recall getting in the house or how I got through the living way, past the kitchen to the breakfast nook, but I remember standing at the breakfast bar and looking across the household at him getting naked and then I really got alert. I remember yelling at him to get his clothes back on, to turn back it to stop being stupid. 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 friend, he can't do this to her again, blah claptrap claptrap etc. He kept saying that he knew, and then I was crying, or form of crying, it's pretty hazy.

He hugged me and buried his promontory in my neck. He started to nest and piece the place that turns me on so a great deal and I am sure I moaned, I know I was turned on somewhat. His manus 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 hint was stuck, or else I was panting, or he was panting and I couldn't breathe, I was horny and panic-stricken and angry and ball over. I pulled away and put my bra back on and he started to snog me again and begged me to let him watch 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 conflict with my peg to celebrate 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 bird off. I had taken the scanty 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 mess."No panties, you're such a right jade,"he said when he looked down. Being called names for some reason just really turns me on. He reached down and slide a finger right into me and my knees gave way. He"helped"me upstairs to their bedchamber so he could watch me get off. Yeah right.

I was on the bed and my heading 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 face was in my private parts and he was going down on me like it was his job before I could protest much more. pink wine had told me various times how trade good he was at eating pussy and I just rolled my oculus and didn't believe her. Well, he was pretty sound. 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 trough later but that was the start time 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 ananas juice. I've never tasted that good since that night, although I never appreciation 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 till I came on his spit and he kept telling me how amazing 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 rightfulness, I was a jade. Naked in my well friend's marital bed, legs wide give with her husband's side in my pussy eating it for all he was Charles Frederick Worth and I was moaning and grinding my hips into my lip. I came on his fingers a few Sir Thomas More times and I was honestly make 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 mystifying inside me and then started moving it in and out fast and hard. I came, screaming and squirting again. The unscathed 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 meter he met me four years 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 proscribed. Even though I kept saying we shouldn't, I had stopped saying"no"and I kept cumming.

Finally, he put my impart leg over his shoulder and lined his toilsome dick up to my cunt. With no condom.
"You want me to jazz 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 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 hour. He kept reaching down to top my nipples and press his script around my throat, which I hated but couldn't speak to order him. He kept calling me a good slut, and telling me I had a undecomposed snatch, that I was such a good fucking, that my bosom were amazing, that I was so fucking hot. I kept saying he was just drunk and he was going to regret it in the sunup, that I would, that when we were sober we were going to hate ourselves, but that didn't make his prick soft, he just kept pumping and pumping. I made him terminate 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 dorsum of my header 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 sweet my pussy was on his cock. I reached down and gently played with his balls while I swirled my tongue around the heading and then started bobbing my head 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 fall down asleep and we could put this behind us, pretend it never happened.
He wouldn't cum, or couldn't cum, he had unbelievable staying major power for some cause. He pulled me off the toilet and let me lave 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 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 60 minutes 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 fret dripping in inhuman drop onto my face and chest.

Finally, he was ready. He pulled out and came everywhere. It hit the headboard, my whisker, my face, my bosom, my stomach, and then he spread open my snatch and came all over it. I was so tired, and still so drunk that I didn't even locomote, 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 dormitory to the invitee elbow room. I didn't argue. I just closed my eyes.

Next affair I knew it was daylight, but that cold, thin daylight of former break of the day. He was stroking my hair, then he was kissing the rachis of my neck, 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 rear and stuck his finger's breadth right in my dry bitch. I opened my eye and cried out in pain.

He told me he'd probably never have this luck again so he intended to relish 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 gang and I said I hadn't. He showed me this make, stretchy, silicone circle, and then he but it over hid cock and over and around his balls and cock. He told me it makes it big and keeps him laborious for longsighted. I told him I was sore and that 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 bed you."

He got on top of me and started pumping away. I was too tired, sore and had the first of a hangover to fight or to enjoy it or to do anything but just try to hang up onto the capacity of my stomach. He got foiled I wasn't responding and started fucking me severely, 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 leg were so shaky. I hobbled to the bathroom and rinsed off in the exhibitor, then looking at the lousy bed piece of paper and hotdog sitting there looking totally engrossed in his iPad, I turned and shuffled down the manse 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 farsighted fourth dimension until he finally broke the quiet."That was a lot of fun, I hope you're not offended, but you're a capital 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 thing I regret is that I didn't get to do it you more."I felt a moving ridge of sickness and gloominess and disgust and shame. He got out of my car and took off toward the parking garage and I went household and took a long exhibitor .