So I failed my exam. AGAIN. I saw the answer list and even though I sort of knew I had failed, the confirmation of it was really irritating. My dear friend, rose, was out of townspeople for work so she tried the best she could to keep my spirits up via text, but I cried myself to slumber anyway. Her married man, Frank, who was still in Ithiel Town, texted me too and let me cognize that if I needed to just string up or drown my sorrow or whatever, he was there for me.

My history with Frank…we hadn't seen each early much for about four months before this all happened. That's when rose caught him cheating on her. They took a duet 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 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 start clip since"the incident"that we were seeing each other on our own without Rose as a buffer.

We went out kind of early for a Friday. We went bowling and had hamburger at the bowling alley. It was a middling image stead for a bowling alley, with a cabaret and a bar attached, and it was expensive. I felt bad asking to play another game, so we left and sat outside for a bit. He was staring at his phone the unscathed meter 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 pace myself with non-alcoholic beverage in between the other drinks, but then he ordered me a dead reckoning, and then I ordered really expensive whiskey and we started having very explicit treatment about his sex life with Rose. Before the incident, they were not having sex, like at all. Rose had been very, very disordered about that. For months. Now, they were swingers. I still think that makes no common sense, that she never was a swinger or had had a threesome before but after her husband cheating on her, she starts having triplet and swapping mate like it's nothing…I digress. So there was a guy, Roger, that had been…guesting, I guess you'd phone call it. weenie 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 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 sprightliness too. He told me that it made him arduous to hear about that floor. He showed me a picture he had on his telephone set of Rose getting fucked by Roger. I know I tried a few time to get the conversation off sex, but I was so drunk I can't really call up what I said.
At some head he or we decided it was fourth dimension to exit. I went outside to bum a smoke from the people on the patio. Frank settled the bill 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 drunken idiot. It never occurred to me at all that he could be seriously trying to kiss me.
fountainhead then he said he was trying to let me inhale the sess from him. So I did that a couple of multiplication 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 delirious and very wino. I let him kiss me a bit and then I kissed him back a bit and I kept thinking the completely time that it was just dullard, sottish, sinless fun. Innocent !

We had to walk a few blocks to get to a spot where we could fascinate 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 aplomb because you know this doesn't mingy anything."I just laughed and pushed him away and told him he was dazed about half the times he went in for a kiss, but when I did let him osculate me, I did kiss 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 give birth been pretty drunk because my Einstein started going in and out, like being one-half asleep where you're form of aware of thing going on, but not really able to verbalise or participate in anything. I felt my bird get pushed up over my butt and Frank's paw on my ass. I might deliver swatted his hands away or I may have just thought that I wanted to. I remember listening to him giving focus to the driver and mentation he was a lot more sober than me. I remember thinking that I was in abstruse shit since I couldn't drive away from his place for various hr at to the lowest degree. I'm moderately sure I felt or said"I'm screwed."I was right.

He groped me under my skirt the whole cab ride home ; unless the driver started asking for more directions, then my dame got flipped back down to overcompensate 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 cop or something. As I have said several times, I was very, very drunk. I probably should have said something ; maybe it would have scared him. Toward the end of the cab ride, he succeeded in getting his finger's breadth 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 preindication I wanted it. I probably was turned on on some storey, but I still didn't think…I just didn't think anything would really materialise. Not four calendar month after he cheated on Rose, not with her best friend, who told him off and called him every figure in the book and then didn't speak to him in any meaningful way for four months.

I can't think of 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 house at him getting naked and then I really got alarmed. I remember yelling at him to get his dress back on, to break off it to blockade being pudding head. He got some of his wearing 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 fourth dimension, 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 bombast etc. He kept saying that he knew, and then I was crying, or kind of crying, it's pretty blurred.

He hugged me and buried his forefront in my neck. He started to nuzzle and nibble the stead that turns me on so much and I am certainly 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 terrified and angry and appall. 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 hold on 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 battle with my legs to continue standing.

Finally I started bargaining with him. I told him to keep his dress on and that he could ascertain 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 knee, so I didn't even think it was that big a trade."No scanty, you're such a good trollop,"he said when he looked down. Being called public figure for some reason just really turns me on. He reached down and slid a fingerbreadth right into me and my knees gave way. He"helped"me upstairs to their bedroom so he could determine 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 remain dressed but his face 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 respective times how adept he was at eating pussy and I just rolled my centre 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 make it till later but that was the first sentence I ever squirted.

"You taste amazing, osculate 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 succus. 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 till I came on his clapper and he kept telling me how mystify 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 secure friend's marital bed, wooden leg widely open with her husband's aspect in my pussy eating it for all he was worth and I was moaning and grinding my rose hip into my mouthpiece. I came on his finger a few more meter and I was honestly ready to catch some Z's but he wasn't done with me yet.

He pulled rose wine'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 voiceless. I came, screaming and squirting again. The whole prison term he's telling me how much he wants me, hot fucking hot I am, that he's wanted to fuck me since the first 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 proscribe. 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 dick up to my twat. With no safe.
"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 hard cock all the way into me. It felt good.
He kept my leg pressed between our consistence as he pumped in and out of me, relentlessly, for probably a one-half 60 minutes. He kept reaching down to purloin my nipples and military press his hand around my throat, which I hated but couldn't speak to secern him. He kept calling me a good slut, and telling me I had a sound puss, that I was such a good fuck, that my tits were nonplus, that I was so nooky hot. I kept saying he was just drunk and he was going to repent it in the good morning, that I would, that when we were sober we were going to hate ourselves, but that didn't throw his prick soft, he just kept pumping and pumping. I made him contain because I had to pee and threatened to pee on the bed.

While I was sitting on the throne peeing, he followed me in and grabbed the backrest of my headland 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 head and then started bobbing my head up and down on his dick while massaging his balls…I idea if I could get him to cum that he'd stop fucking me and fall asleep and we could put this behind us, make believe 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 launder my helping hand 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 amaze 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 idea how long it actually lasted. I don't even think I was awake for all of it. I just think the touch of my ramification going dead, of my kitty-cat being sore and his sweat dripping in cold drop-off onto my brass and chest.

Finally, he was ready. He pulled out and came everywhere. It hit the headboard, my hair, my face, my knocker, my venter, and then he spread open my pussy and came all over it. I was so shopworn, and still so wino 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 delay in his bed with him instead of going down the residence to the Edgar Albert Guest way. I didn't argue. I just closed my eyes.

Next thing I knew it was daylight, but that cold, thin daytime of early first light. He was stroking my hair, then he was kissing the spine of my neck opening, then he was pulling the cover down…I pretended to be at rest, but he kept fondling and kissing and groping. He rolled me on my vertebral column 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 enjoy 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 putz gang and I said I hadn't. He showed me this crystalize, stretchy, silicone circle, and then he but it over hid cock and over and around his formal and cock. He told me it makes it great and keeps him arduous for farsighted. I told him I was sore and that last dark was enough and he was sober so he didn't have any apology. 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 timeworn, sore and had the rootage 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 queer I wasn't responding and started fucking me harder, making it hurt more. Finally, hoping to get it over with Oklahoman 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 story, my stage were so rickety. I hobbled to the bathroom and rinsed off in the shower, then looking at the begrime bed shroud and Frank sitting there looking totally engrossed in his iPad, I turned and shuffled down the dorm to the guestroom and fell asleep.

A few time of day later, I woke up, found all my wearing apparel all over the house and drove Frank back to his car. I didn't say anything for a farseeing time until he finally broke the silence."That was a lot of fun, I hope you're not offended, but you're a great lay."I smiled a tight-lipped smile and held back the itch to cry. We got close to the parking lot where he'd left his car and he tried talking again."The solely thing I regret is that I didn't get to sleep with you more."I felt a wave of sickness and sadness and disgust and shame. He got out of my car and took off toward the parking service department and I went home and took a longsighted shower .