I meant to.

It was four days later and I stil hadn't told him. I had meant tobut James had been working long hours so I had not seen much of him. each time I tried to say something I couldn't do it.

I decided to call in and surprise him at work. I parked behind the building and walked round to reception. The guard on the security desk had seen me before, so when I asked for James, he told me to go on up to the fourth floor.

It was just after six in the evening and the building was quiet. I knew James would probably be in his office down from the ward where his guinea pigs stayed. I took the lift and stepped out into the fourth floor lobby. It was quiet and deserted. James’ office was down a short corridor. As I approached the door, I heard voices. The door had a glass panel a few inches wide, above and below the handle, reaching from the bottom of the door to the top. With my hand on the handle I glanced through before I entered. What I saw made me stop in my tracks.

James was leaning back in his office chair. Kneeling in front of him with her face buried in his lap was a woman in a white lab coat. James had his eyes closed and sat with his head leaning back. The woman lifted her head to take a breath. She was an attractive, young Afro-Caribbean woman. She smiled and then licked the end of his penis before taking him back into he mouth.

Stunned, I stepped back away from the door and stumbled back to the lift. He had told me he loved me. As I left the building, tears were running down my face. I ignored the concerned questions of the security guard and made my way to my car. I drove without knowing where I was heading, but after five minutes I had to pull over, as I started to sob. I sat grying for five otr ten minutes.When I dried my eyes and blew my nose, I found that I had parked outside a bar. I decided a drink would help me out.

It was a fairly dingy and half-empty place, but I didn't let that discourage me as I took my seat at the bar. A couple of vodka and lemonades soon picked me up. I'd forget the bastard. Two middle-aged salesmen, who were in town for a conference, tried in a rather obvious way to chat me up, and I decided to lead them on and flirt. I guess that in some childish way I was trying to get my own back on James. I let them buy me drinks and even sang karaoke with them as I got steadily drunker.

Richard must have been a little over forty, tall and thin with a bald patch on the back of his head. His companion, Jeremy, was in his early fifties, baldheaded and a thickset figure. He told me he was an ex-marine. They didn't seem to be drinking much. When I asked, they said it was because they had early morning meetings. As the three of us sang 'Moon River' Jeremy slipped his arm around my waist, and I thought nothing of it, although he took a little longer than necessary to drop it when we'd finished. They were a good laugh, and between them and the **** I managed to put James out of my thoughts.

Eventually the bar man called time. When I staggered out to my car, I realized I was too drunk to drive. “I’ll take you home,” offered Jeremy, “Richard can follow in your car so you’ll have it for the morning.” It seemed like a good idea, so I slipped into Jeremy’s passenger seat. He drove a Mercedes. The seats were leather and soft. I told him the way to head and we set off.

I must have been drunker than I realized although now, looking back, I wonder if they had slipped something into my drink. I had fallen asleep and woke up as the car came to a halt. It was dark outside and there was no sign of my apartment building. In the car lights I could just see trees fading into shadows. “Where are we?” I asked.

“You dosed off,” Jeremy said. “Get in the back. I’m going to roll a joint.” I didn't question what he said but got out and slipped in the back. Richard had parked my car alongside and slipped in beside me. Jeremy turned the lights off and we sat listening to Pink Floyd with the only illumination coming from the dash board lights. When Jeremy had rolled the joint, he came and sat in the back, and we passed it backwards and forwards. The grass together with the booze put me into a hazy dream like state.

I heard Richard say after a while, “this stuff always makes me horny.” I giggled and the two of them started laughing. I found myself laughing so much my chest hurt. When we all finally calmed down, Richard took my hand and guided it to his lap. He had taken his penis out and he pressed my hand to it. I was too stoned to do anything other than look down. His cock was circumcised and sticking up straight from his trousers. He took my hand and wrapped it around him, holding it in place with his own hand. He started to move my hand on him, making me wank him.

Jeremy’s hand was on my thigh pulling up my skirt. His other hand was on the back of my head pushing me down. “Go on, Lucy, suck him,” he said in my ear, pushing my face towards Richard’s cock. I stiffened, resisting him, but he was strong and, as my lips touched Richard’s prick, I found my mouth opening. I took his whole cock inside my mouth and sucked on him. He groaned, and I moved my mouth up and down sucking on him all the time. I felt so dirty. Jeremy had hold of my hips and made me get on me knees. There was not much room, but I managed it while sucking Richard’s cock all the time. He had his hand inside my panties and pushed two of his thick fingers into me.

I heard myself moan and leant back on his fingers, trying to take them deeper inside me. A moment later I felt the head of his cock in my entranceway. He had opend the door and stood behind me. This was not how I had planned to lose my virginity, but I was too stoned to care. He pushed his cock into me. It was tight and hurt but he started to move with slow thrusts. Each time he pushed, I was **** forwards and nearly choked on Richard’s cock. I had to take it out of my mouth. Instead I licked and sucked along his length, wanking him at the same time. Jeremy was shafting me. There is no other word for it. He was fucking me hard. It hurt, but it felt so good too. It was all I could do to wank Richard who suddenly without warning came, his thick spunk going over my hand and my hair.

Richard was pushing into me, holding my hips to pull me back onto him. “Please, please, please,” I begged. I do not know what I was begging for, it felt so good and then I felt him stiffen. I could feel his prick jerking inside me. He thrust into me a couple more times and then withdrew his cock and wiped it on my skirt.

I lay still for a few minutes, and then Richard started laughing again. He opened his door and climbed out. “Come on out, Lucy.” I got out and Jeremy walked round the car to join us. “Undress,” said Richard.

“What, here?” I asked my head feeling fuzzy, but, before I could say any more, they were on me pulling off my blouse and bra, my skirt, my shoes until they had stripped me naked. I sat on the ground covering myself with my hands. “What are you doing?” They both laughed and climbed in Jeremy’s car, taking my clothes with them. “See you, Lucy,” Richard shouted and threw my keys to me. I thought they were going to drive off, but Jeremy climbed out again and stood over me. He unzipped himself and pointing his prick at me said, “Slut bitch,” and started to pee on me. I could hear Richard laughing. I scrambled away and then watched them drive off. I found myself crying. I sat in my car and, wrapping myself in a blanket I keep in the boot, fell asleep. I was too tired and too drunk to drive home.