So I failed my exam. AGAIN. I saw the results list and even though I sort of knew I had failed, the verification of it was really painful. My best Friend, rose wine, was out of town for work so she tried the unspoilt she could to restrain my feel up via text, but I cried myself to sleep anyway. Her husband, Frank, who was still in town, 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 history with Frank…we hadn't seen each early much for about four calendar month before this all happened. That's when rosebush 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 booster before that ; we'd hung out when pink wine 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 base sentence since"the incident"that we were seeing each other on our own without blush wine as a buffer.

We went out kind of early for a Fri. We went bowling and had burger at the bowling alley. It was a moderately fancy place for a bowling bowling alley, with a club 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 telephone the hale sentence so I thought,"yeah he's not well-fixed 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 home. He said no and we walked to a nearby bar.

We drank a lot. I was trying to pace myself with non-alcoholic boozing 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 discussions about his sex life with Rose. Before the incident, they were not having sex, like at all. pink wine had been very, very upturned about that. For months. Now, they were swingers. I still think that makes no sense, that she never was a swinger or had had a leash before but after her husband deceiver on her, she starts having threesome and swapping partners like it's nothing…I digress. So there was a guy, Roger, that had been…guesting, I guess you'd song it. Frank 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 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 tight-laced and prove I had a sex living too. He told me that it made him hard to hear about that taradiddle. He showed me a picture he had on his phone of rose wine 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 recall what I said.
At some point he or we decided it was clock time to leave. I went outside to bum a roll of tobacco from the hoi polloi on the patio. wiener settled the bill and followed me outside. He took the butt away from me and took a retarding force then tried to snog 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.
well then he said he was trying to let me inspire the smoke from him. So I did that a duo 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 spooky and sort of excited and very inebriated. 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 dolt, drunken, destitute fun. destitute !

We had to walk a few block to get to a place 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 unintelligent about half the clock time he went in for a candy kiss, but when I did let him buss me, I did kiss him back. I don't have sex 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 drunk because my head 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 Frank's hands on my ass. I might receive swatted his deal away or I may have just thought that I wanted to. I remember listening to him giving directions to the number one wood and intellection he was a lot more sober than me. I remember thinking that I was in deep shucks since I couldn't drive away from his blank space for several hours at to the lowest degree. I'm pretty sure I felt or said"I'm screwed."I was right.

He groped me under my chick the unharmed cab drive home ; unless the driver started asking for Thomas More instruction, then my dame got flipped back down to cover me up. I was aware of it, but I couldn't motion. I didn't say plosive consonant in the cab because I was afraid the driver would call the cop or something. As I have said respective 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 fingers in between my labia from behind. I know I was wet, I'm always stupidly steamy when I'm inebriate, even if I don't want sex, I get wet. I'm sure he took that as a house I wanted it. I probably was turned on on some degree, but I still didn't think…I just didn't think anything would really happen. Not four month after he cheated on pink wine, not with her considerably supporter, who told him off and called him every public figure 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 living room, past the kitchen to the breakfast corner, 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 apparel back on, to end it to check being pillock. 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 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 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. He started to nestle and piece the topographic point that turns me on so a good deal and I am sure I moaned, I know I was turned on somewhat. His work force 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 pap 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 frightened and tempestuous and shocked. I pulled away and put my bra back on and he started to buss 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 barricade 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 wooden leg to sustain standing.

Finally I started bargaining with him. I told him to save his apparel on and that he could check 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 quite a little."No panties, you're such a good slut,"he said when he looked down. Being called names for some reasonableness just really turns me on. He reached down and slid a fingerbreadth right into me and my human knee gave way. He"helped"me upstairs to their bedroom so he could watch me get off. Yeah right.

I was on the bed and my capitulum and the elbow room and the creation was spinning. He was on the bed and he was naked. I remember telling him he had to outride 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 prison term how good he was at eating twat and I just rolled my oculus and didn't believe her. Well, he was pretty effective. 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 understand it till later but that was the offset time I ever squirted.

"You taste amazing, snog me and try 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 effective since that night, although I never tasting bad, but never that sweet and fruity again. He went back down on me some more, his clapper 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 right hand, I was a trollop. Naked in my best friend's marital 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 mouth. I came on his fingers a few more fourth dimension and I was honestly ready to log Z's but he wasn't done with me yet.

He pulled pink wine's vibrator out of her nightstand draftsman and started fucking me with it. He plunged it deep inside me and then started moving it in and out fast and unvoiced. I came, screaming and squirting again. The whole fourth dimension 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 matter while you're drunk and cumming over and over and doing something very tabu. 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 voiceless hawkshaw up to my cunt. With no safe.
"You want me to have a go at it 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 shake hard prick 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 mamilla and press his hand around my pharynx, which I hated but couldn't speak to tell him. He kept calling me a good slut, and telling me I had a good puss, that I was such a practiced piece of tail, that my tits were get, that I was so have intercourse hot. I kept saying he was just drunk and he was going to rue it in the dayspring, that I would, that when we were sober we were going to hate ourselves, but that didn't stool his prick 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 peeing, he followed me in and grabbed the vertebral column of my fountainhead 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 backbone 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 testicle while I swirled my lingua around the head and then started bobbing my head up and down on his cock while massaging his balls…I mentation if I could get him to cum that he'd closure fucking me and descend asleep and we could put this behind us, pretend it never happened.
He wouldn't cum, or couldn't cum, he had incredible staying top executive for some intellect. He pulled me off the lavatory 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 stick a finger up his ass while he poured lube all over my kitty-cat and kept fucking me. I felt like it had been going on for 60 minutes and hours, but I have no idea how farsighted it actually lasted. I don't even think I was awake for all of it. I just commemorate the intuitive feeling of my legs going dead, of my pussy being sore and his perspiration dripping in cold drops onto my face and chest.

Finally, he was make. He pulled out and came everywhere. It hit the headboard, my whisker, my face, my tits, my stomach, and then he spread unfastened my slit and came all over it. I was so timeworn, and still so drunk that I didn't even move, not to scavenge 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 guest room. I didn't argue. I just closed my eyes.

Next affair I knew it was daylight, but that inhuman, melt off daytime of former break of day. He was stroking my hair, then he was kissing the back of my neck, then he was pulling the top down…I pretended to be asleep, but he kept fondling and kissing and groping. He rolled me on my back and stuck his finger's breadth right in my dry cunt. I opened my eyes and cried out in pain.

He told me he'd probably never have this prospect again so he intended to savor me as much as possible. He pulled out the bottleful of lube and squirted it all over me and him. He asked me if I'd ever seen a cock mob and I said I hadn't. He showed me this clear, stretchy, silicone polymer circle, and then he but it over hid peter and over and around his bollock and turncock. He told me it makes it enceinte and keeps him harder for longer. I told him I was sore and that endure night was enough and he was sober so he didn't have any excuse. He said something like"you're a hot hussy, 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 tired, sore and had the beginnings of a katzenjammer to campaign or to enjoy it or to do anything but just try to hang onto the contents of my belly. He got bilk 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 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 story, my leg were so rickety. I hobbled to the bathroom and rinsed off in the shower, then looking at the dirty bed tack 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 hours later, I woke up, found all my clothes all over the sign of the zodiac and drove frank back to his car. I didn't say anything for a foresightful sentence until he finally broke the quiet."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 simply thing I regret is that I didn't get to be intimate you more."I felt a wave of sickness and unhappiness and disgust and shame. He got out of my car and took off toward the parking garage and I went home and took a long shower .