So I failed my examination. AGAIN. I saw the result tilt and even though I sort of knew I had failed, the confirmation of it was really painful. My honest Quaker, rose, was out of town for work so she tried the skilful she could to keep back my spirits up via text, but I cried myself to sleep anyway. Her married man, Frank, who was still in Town, 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 couple of months 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 rosebush was out of Ithiel 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 other on our own without rosiness as a buffer.

We went out kind of betimes for a Friday. We went bowling and had burgers at the bowling back street. It was a pretty illusion place for a bowling back street, with a club and a bar attached, and it was expensive. I felt bad asking to dally another game, so we left and sat outside for a bit. He was staring at his earpiece the whole prison term 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 level so I said I should just go habitation. He said no and we walked to a nearby bar.

We drank a lot. I was trying to stride myself with non-alcoholic beverage in between the other crapulence, but then he ordered me a jibe, and then I ordered really expensive whisky and we started having very explicit discussions about his sex life 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 sentience, that she never was a tramp or had had a terzetto before but after her husband cheats on her, she starts having tercet and swapping spouse 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 fourth dimension, I don't know, but I felt like I had to not be boring and straightlaced and prove I had a sex life too. He told me that it made him hard to hear about that tale. 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 remember what I said.
At some pointedness he or we decided it was time to pass on. I went outside to bum a sens from the mass on the patio. Frank settled the flier and followed me outside. He took the cigarette away from me and took a drag then tried to kiss me on the mouth. 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 buss me.
fountainhead then he said he was trying to let me inhale the smoke from him. So I did that a duet of time 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 kind of excited and very drink in. I let him kiss me a bit and then I kissed him back a bit and I kept thinking the altogether time that it was just pudding head, drunken, destitute fun. Innocent !

We had to walk a few closure 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 sang-froid because you know this doesn't intend anything."I just laughed and pushed him away and told him he was stupid about half the clip he went in for a kiss, but when I did let him kiss me, I did kiss him back. I don't bang how many metre 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 inebriated because my brain started going in and out, like being one-half asleep where you're kind of aware of thing going on, but not really able-bodied to talk or enter in anything. I felt my skirt get pushed up over my butt and Frank's hands on my ass. I might deliver swatted his manus away or I may have just thought that I wanted to. I remember listening to him giving directions to the device driver and thought he was a lot more sober than me. I remember thinking that I was in deep motherfucker since I couldn't driveway away from his place for several hours at least. I'm fairly sure I felt or said"I'm screwed."I was right.

He groped me under my skirt the completely cab ride home ; unless the driver started asking for Thomas More directions, then my dame got flipped back down to cover me up. I was aware of it, but I couldn't movement. I didn't say stay in the cab because I was afraid the driver would call the pig or something. As I have said several times, I was very, very toast. I probably should feature said something ; maybe it would have 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 ruttish 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 happen. Not four month after he cheated on Rose, not with her best ally, who told him off and called him every figure 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 household or how I got through the bread and butter way, 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 dress back on, to stop it to break off 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 clock 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 blah etc. He kept saying that he knew, and then I was crying, or sort of crying, it's pretty fuzzy.

He hugged me and buried his head in my neck opening. He started to nuzzle and nibble the place that turns me on so practically 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 spell was stuck, or else I was panting, or he was panting and I couldn't breathe, I was horny and terrified 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 watch me get myself off. I said no and got my shirt back on and was begging him to lay off touching me, to hold on 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 engagement with my legs to keep standing.

Finally I started bargaining with him. I told him to keep his apparel on and that he could catch me get myself off but that was it. He said ok and took my wench 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 chick was below my knee, so I didn't even think it was that big a business deal."No pantie, you're such a just slut,"he said when he looked down. Being called figure for some reasonableness 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 chamber so he could ascertain 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 expression was in my crotch and he was going down on me like it was his job before I could dissent much more. rosebush had told me several times how undecomposed he was at eating slit and I just rolled my oculus and didn't believe her. Well, he was pretty thoroughly. 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 realize it public treasury later but that was the first off sentence 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 pineapple juice. I've never tasted that skilful since that Night, although I never taste 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 button him away anymore ; I wanted to cum again. He was right, I was a trollop. Naked in my best acquaintance's married bed, legs wide open with her husband's face in my snatch eating it for all he was worth and I was moaning and grinding my hips into my mouthpiece. I came on his finger a few more times 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 abstruse inside me and then started moving it in and out fast and laborious. I came, screaming and squirting again. The whole clock 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 gear prison term he met me four years 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 verboten. 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 hard pecker 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 heavily shaft 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 one-half hour. He kept reaching down to top my nipples and pressure his hand around my throat, which I hated but couldn't speak to tell apart him. He kept calling me a skillful slut, and telling me I had a good pussy, that I was such a good screw, that my knocker were nonplus, that I was so fuck hot. I kept saying he was just drunk and he was going to regret it in the dayspring, that I would, that when we were sober we were going to hate ourselves, but that didn't crap his prick soft, he just kept pumping and pumping. I made him give up because I had to pee and threatened to pee on the bed.

While I was sitting on the toilet pissing, he followed me in and grabbed the dorsum 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 throat, licking and getting him wet all over, tasting how sweet my puss was on his rooster. I reached down and gently played with his balls while I swirled my knife around the head and then started bobbing my head teacher up and down on his peter while massaging his balls…I thought if I could get him to cum that he'd occlusive fucking me and light asleep and we could put this behind us, pretend it never happened.
He wouldn't cum, or couldn't cum, he had incredible staying baron for some reason. He pulled me off the toilet and let me moisten my hands before pulling me back into the sleeping accommodation 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'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 hours, but I have no idea how retentive it actually lasted. I don't even think I was awake for all of it. I just remember the tone of my branch going dull, of my pussy being sore and his sweat dripping in moth-eaten drops onto my face and chest.

Finally, he was make. He pulled out and came everywhere. It hit the headboard, my hair, my face, my mamilla, my breadbasket, and then he spread spread out my twat and came all over it. I was so wear upon, and still so drunk that I didn't even be active, not to pick up or anything. He went and got a towel or something and wiped me off a bit and then told me I better abide in his bed with him instead of going down the hall to the client room. I didn't argue. I just closed my eyes.

Next thing I knew it was daylight, but that frigidness, dilute daytime of former sunup. He was stroking my hair, then he was kissing the back of my neck opening, then he was pulling the binding 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 eye and cried out in pain.

He told me he'd probably never have this chance again so he intended to bask me as much as possible. He pulled out the bottle of lube and squirted it all over me and him. He asked me if I'd ever seen a cock ringing and I said I hadn't. He showed me this clear-cut, stretchy, silicone polymer circle, and then he but it over hid cock and over and around his balls and cock. He told me it makes it with child and keeps him harder for foresightful. 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 strumpet, you're naked in my bed, and I'm going to jazz you."

He got on top of me and started pumping away. I was too tired, 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 hard, making it hurt more. Finally, hoping to get it over with sooner rather than later, I started fucking him back and making moaning interference 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 level, my wooden leg were so wobbly. I hobbled to the lav and rinsed off in the rain shower, then looking at the ill-gotten bed piece of paper and Frank sitting there looking totally engrossed in his iPad, I turned and shuffled down the dormitory to the guestroom and fell asleep.

A few hours later, I woke up, found all my clothes all over the house and drove dog back to his car. I didn't say anything for a recollective time until he finally broke the secrecy."That was a lot of fun, I hope you're not offended, but you're a smashing 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 thing I regret is that I didn't get to fuck you more."I felt a waving of sickness and sorrow and disgust and shame. He got out of my car and took off toward the parking garage and I went menage and took a long exhibitor .