Head home to sleep

The last thing I wanted to do right now was have sex with Jamie. I felt foul, dirty. What I needed right now was to get home, take a cold shower and get my head in order.

"I'm really sorry babe," I told him, giving him a pleading look. "I just need to get home and get some sleep right now. We can meet up this weekend?"

Clearly disappointed, Jamie nonetheless nodded and leaned in for a goodnight kiss. As he did I instinctively recoiled away from him. I couldn't bear the thought of kissing Jamie with the same mouth that had blown another man just a few hours earlier. I could see my reaction hurt him, as he looked at me in complete surprise. Trying to salvage the situation, I leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"I drank too much tonight," I said, forcing a smile. "I think I almost vomited earlier, my breath stinks."

"Okay, I'll just walk you home then, make certain you get there safely."

Unable to refuse him, I let Jamie walk me to my dorm. He seemed to buy the lie I had made up on the fly. I just hated that I had to lie to him at all, hopefully it wouldn't become habit...

Exhausted, I collapsed in my bed. My mind was reeling with a thousand thoughts, still dulled by **** and arousal.

I closed my eyes, and found myself back in that second-floor bedroom. On my knees, trying my best to get that magnificent cock as deep down my throat as possible. Halfway asleep, the guilt was gone replaced by the burning arousal I had felt in the moment. The sensations of the cock in my mouth was seared in my mind. The feel, the smell, the heat. My fingers found my sopping wet cunt and greedily inserted themselves.

I replayed the depraved events in my imagination as my fingers probed the depths of my pussy, while my thumb caressed my clit. As pleasure rolled through me the fantasy took a life of its own. Suddenly dream Brandon had bent me over in his bed and was railing me from behind. My body responded to the imagery and I soon shuddered as I came, my body taut as a bowstring.

As the orgasm subsided guilt came crashing back in. I had told myself it had been a one-time event, and here I was using it as masturbation material. Confused and distraught I drifted into sleep.

(Suspicion +10%)

(Kink +10%)