Part 5: Aftermath of dating Bill. Date the bull get the horns

Recap the aftermath of the wedding. I can't believe how easy it is to ramble when your dosing edibles. LOL! I legit thought this was a two part thing.

The Groom and the Bride moved away for the Groom's job. He is a perfect example of how this all went down. Groom was a good friend of Bunz in college and part of that Frat crowd (it was a group of like 3 frats really). Bunz rarely touched me in public mind you and while I knew Groom I'm not sure Bunz ever introduced me as his girlfriend. Groom and Bride left for five years and when they came back I was dating Bill. Groom and Bride had ALWAYS thought I dated Bill even after correcting her at her wedding. It's not like we chatted much more than that one conversation at the wedding and the two pictures.

Bride is a friend of mine. She was a modeling agent for a bit and signed me up. Modeling is weird. I was lined up to do a reality dating show (never aired the show). I was called back for the Bachelor as the 'spunky sexy outgoing punk girl' (never went to second audition). I was lined up to do a photo shoot for a local flier (one picture made it in). You coulda voted for me in Hometown Hotties on Maxim back in the day (bad production on two lingerie pictures and I was out quick. Bill took the pics not some photographer). Mostly I worked jobs as a cigarette or shot girl at casinos. Here is something guys don’t know. Those hot girls hanging at clubs and pool parties at casinos are PAID to be there. I did that for a bit but I refused the bikini thing. Skirts and dresses are fine. I'm not standing around in a bikini so guys I don't know can put me in their 'spank bank'. It was a good amount of extra cash. I already had a crew of guys who did that (LOL SORRY CREW).

True story. Groom is a sort of member of the Crew. Crew adjacent member (LMAO). We have gone on all sorts of vacations (when I started openly dating Bill). We went to Vegas, AC, Florida, New Orleans, Ski Resorts, and a casino a month at one point. Groom was ALWAYS there. None of anyone's wives, girlfriends or significant others came along. It was 'boys time'. Not one guy gave Bill shit for bringing me along each time for some reason. I was one of the guys. I know that doesn't make MUCH sense ya kinda had to be there.

One AC trip me and Bill showed up to the beach the Crew was at (remember I'm openly with Bill at this point). I'm in my pink bikini (the one Bill FUCKED! LMAO). Now its one of those moments surrounded by nine guy or so where I realize I am NOT just one of the guys. I got tits and a tight lil tush. Groom is face down in sand for first hour getting his back burned. I go with Bunz and Brad to get a round (YES...YES...AGAIN...BUNZ COULDA NOT BEEN OUR FRIENDS. HIS CHOICE). I come back and some guys including Groom are gone.

Bill tells me Groom stood up before leaving with a MASSIVE boner and said he's here for three things "getting drunk, gambling and putting mental images of Morgan in my spank bank". Sort of a direct quote. Well Bunz and Brad who shared a shower in the suite with Groom said he didn't wait to dip into his 'spank bank' (I love that phrase by the way). There was sort of a back and forth that niught about Groom CLEANING the shower. Gross. My friend's (Bride) husband jerked off to me. Gross thinking back. I shoulda told her but I wasn't even mad at that. I was mad for Bunz, Brad and the guys. Who the fuck pulls their pecker and just doesn't clean. GUY CODE!!! I know it. Him jerking to me and me being his wife's girl-pal is kinda grody now that I look back. Yuck.

Neither the Bride nor the Groom recall me dating Bunz. Slowly but surely his lack of attention was already phasing him out of this as weird as it sounds. After they returned we all got close. They invited Bill and I out to a going away party before they went on a 6 month world trip.

That's when I met the Groom's brother after YEARS of not seeing him. You know the one that saw us make fools of ourselves. I remember being drunk in the city sitting with Bill holding him close while everyone laughed. The Groom's brother had ALL the details. I just face-palmed and told him to just tell us what happened.

The Groom's brother regaled the table with a story of the drunken night of the wedding. Bill and I showed up to a bar WASTED as hell and the brother couldn't figure how we got there. I guess we came over and hung with wedding party (not the Bride and Groom who were at the hotel...FUCKING DUH). Bill and I danced CRAZY the brother said and started making out on the dance-floor. The brother said Bill's hand was down my skirt when we were in the corner dancing but really just making out. We made our way to the bar up on a second level and that's where we just sat swaying shouting and drinking and the brother said Bill's hand was under the table the whole time. I guess I yelled out “OH MY GOD!” then I looked around and said “IT's REALLY HOT IN HERE!” I guess I just started laughing after that.

The rest of the time Bill was holding me up and I kept saying two things “I think I pissed myself” and “Do you have condoms”. I guess I told Bill to 'get condoms' (YIKES). Bill and the brother had to help me outside. The Brother said he tried getting us a cab but we walked off into the night. The hotel was like a mile and a half away LMFAO.

The brother was SURE I had pissed myself by the look of my pantyhose. He did say another girl puked at the door so the club was more looking at her. Which is good. We were so drunk we didn't remember meeting the brother and his girlfriend at the hotel bar for another drink. I guess we were still debating whether this was a second date. The brother said that made NO fucking sense to him. They left us making out at the bar.

Bill and I have out wild nights and that was one of the first.

Here is a part I think is going to disappoint readers. I'm working up to that first FUCK for the ages (LMAO). I'm pretty sure Bill and I had sex on that beach. So is Bill. There was sand in my panty-hose and my crack and my whoo-hoo (pussy I mean boys). My vagina kinda hurt like it had been fucked the next day. Fucked roughly and without regard for my pussy's sensitive nature (LOL). My ass hurt too like it had been hit by a bus.

I think at some point I was bent over on that beach. I don't deny consent. I mean look at the rest of the night. I think I probably even instigated it. I think Bill did me doggystyle and spanked my ass. I think I realized he had no condom. I just have this memory with no images and no context of Bill saying he has whiskey dick and not to worry he wasn't going to cum. I think I got MAD at that and tried to jerk him off until it hurt.

Yeah. Sorry boys I think we fucked on that beach. I don't know. Bill doesn't. I know you all want it to be slow, with rose petals and me in beautiful lingerie describing how Bill 'made me a woman' and shit.

Nah boys...it was drunk sloppy sex on a sandy dirty beach. That's life.

Don't get me wrong I didn't hate Bunz. At all. I still cared about him and wanted a future. I felt bad. I don't think that comes across that I WANTED a future with Bunz. I wanted the fun and the thrill Bill gave me but WITH BUNZ. I tried and got dressed up a lot. That's the only way we'd have sex though. Maybe I screwed him up so that we could only have sex if I was dressed like a whore?

I avoided Bill for a while after that wedding. He sure as shit wanted to come up every weekend now. He didn't have my phone number yet and I wasn't accepting his friend requests on facebook. That was the time when you'd see it on my time-line. I figured Bill would hound me with booty calls and requests for pics. I sort of had to avoid Hillary as well.

The issue was the upcoming “Pimp and Hos” party at the Frat. My friends and I DON'T go to these things. They're excuses to dress like whores before Halloween. I don't know why Melonie me and Hillary decided to ATTEND this one. Bunz does remember this whether he admits it or not. We were slutty school-girls. Melonie was in blue, Hillary in Green and I was in a red pleated short skirt. We legit tried to outdo each other. Hillary wore knee high socks and platforms and Melonie overdid it like usual looking like and Anime girl with long weird lashes I remember. We all got ready at my old apartment where Hillary and Melonie lived. We were going to meet Bunz, Bill and two other guys at Bunz's apartment on a street behind the frat.

My outfit was significant because Bunz bought it for me with a bunch of those slutty male designed outfits. Sexy Maid, sexy referee, sexy nurse, sexy bike girl and sexy School-girl. There was a box of five.

I have to remind you guys Bunz wasn't in college but was still going to frat parties. Is that lame? Are we lame? IDK.

I should mention that during this period I dressed up for Bunz alone at his house with this outfit. I fixed my make-up and put on those cork wedge heels I talked about. The top is white and needs to be tied. It shows off a LOT of skin. I didn't think I was ever going to actually wear it outside. The short skirt red plaid colored skirt had to constantly be pulled down. You'd think Bunz would have attacked me. He didn't.. He just took pics. I don't know why but I had this feeling of power over him. I walked around telling him he wasn't getting pussy and that I was out of his league. He ate that right the fuck up and I maybe shoulda seen the writing on the wall so to speak.

I had on red-lipstick and made sure he could see it on my cigarettes. I musta smoked an entire pack of Newports. It went on for hours with Bunz trying to touch me and I'd slap his hands away and say “I'm not gonna fuck YOU.” He loved it. I could see his boner the whole time. He wanted that version of me I swear. The more he tried to give me attention the more I denied him. It was a reversal of his attitude but he LOVED it.

I made him eat my pussy on the couch and he did it for once. We actually had fun. Bunz ended up taking me to his parents bed for some reason and pushed me down. If he did shit like that more we might still be together. Bunz put a condom on and got on top. Honest to god he fucked my ass crack and the sheets and he had no idea. Motherfucker came outside my pussy. He didn't ACTUALLY get pussy that night.

Poor Bunz.

There was a period of me being out of character where me and Bunz were smoking on his back picnic table. I brought up what Bill would do if he saw me like this. Bunz laughed and said he'd have a heart attack. We made a plan to drive to Bill's house and have me stand outside his window and tease him. I think I shoulda know shit was freaky that night. We didn’t do it. We talked about it though. Bunz was all in.

Now that “Pimps and Hos” night Bill was ACTUALLY going to see me in it. Melonie and Hillary wore those brown like Mary Jane wide heeled school-girl shoes. Not me I went all in with silver ankle strap four inch open toed high-heels. Kinda like a stripped. We all looked like strippers.

When we got to Bunz's house all the guys were like “WOW”. Bunz did say we all looked nice. Bill looked right at me and said “FUCK MORGAN DAMN!” or some shit. Made me blush and smile. That's kinda the response I wanted. Not just you look nice.

I feel like I'm putting Bunz down all the time. Poor Bunz. He was fine. I just liked that Bill looked directly at me. I was the better looking one. I was. I WAS (UGH).

I have to admit that was the first night I got most of the attention from men. Hillary and Melonie are pretty girls but they're heavier and were covering their stomach. I had my stomach out and that little top tied. I looked like a slut so it wasn't a surprise when EVERYONE at the crowded party hit on me.

A frat brother's girlfriend, a short brunette with a large nose (ugh I put them all down don't I. So katty) wanted to piss in private. I offered to walk her to Bunz's apartment around the corner. It was the secret toilet for friends and those we thought were 'cool'. For guys to take shits too. I won't lie. It was legit around the corner less than five minute walk. Go out front door walk a block take a right. Go down like three houses until you get to the school and cut through the path that lead to the small dead end street. Bunz's apartment was right at the entrance of the path.

I was having a good time. I was drunk but not too drunk. I had a LOT of confidence the more drinks a I had. In the start I was covering my chest and constantly pulling the dress down. I wasn't even the slutties dressed not by far so I was fine. The skirt and top just FIT my body well that night. I did have to keep making sure you couldn't see my dark nipples. I'd put those small round bandaids over them and was afraid they'd fall off.

A problem with dressing sexy and feeling sexy in a short skirt is that you get horny. I get horny and I..well...leak. If my panties get too wet or my pussy gets to soft and swollen and shit. I wear thongs so there isn't much down there. I didn't want my shit rolling down my legs. I was fine for now.

I walked the girl to piss and then pissed myself and checked my outfit and make-up. I licked my red lips and smacked them on some TP to brush off the excess. I looked good. Felt good. Me and the girl walked down the back steps (we never used front door once). We made our way back to the path. Lo and behold off to our right walking (stumbling) by the swing-set behind the school was Bill. He was going to the bathroom but having trouble moving apparently.

Bill spotted us. Me in my slutty school-girl outfit and her in her attempt at like a CLUELESS thing. I think. It wasn't working (I'm a real bitch wow). Bill's eyes were on me. “You girl's wanna smoke weed?”

I was gonna say no. I think. That little snooki girl smiled and said yes. Bill went to piss and we smoked while we waited.

Bill came back with a full joint just a small one. “We should shotgun.” He stated and put it to his mouth. He explained it wasn't enough for three. I did what I'd been doing for months. I'm dumb. I'm a bitch. I'm a slut. I get it. If I had Google I would have known Bill was being an asshole. Maybe I did. I guess I kinda did. We never 'shotgunned' with my friends. Bill took a drag and then my open mouth went to meet his lips.

He blew smoke in my mouth and I coughed instantly. I was bent over coughing. The weed was strong. The girl said “WHOA!” She explained she wasn't going to do it like that. “That's not a shotgun”. She then explained you both cup your hands and blow between your hands. She then walked over and I watched her and Bill do the 'shotgun' right. He was chuckling his head right the fuck off.

“You're an asshole Bill.” I said. I was gonna walk away. Bill pretended to apologize but his hands were around my waist and I was squirming. “Cut it out dick.”

Bill looked at the girl and said “we hook up its fine.”

“We don't hook up,” I told him and the girl.

She looked at us. “I thought you two dated.”

“We don't” I informed her. I let Bill keep his arms around my waist. “Do it right!” I told Bill when he tried to put his lips on mine. I put my hands in a cup and he did the same. He blew smoke in the little hand tunnel and THAT SHIT SUCKED. The smoke was going all over the place and I didn't get a good hit. It doesn't work the REAL way. It sucks.

I was still in Bill's arms both of us facing the girl when it was her turn to 'shotgun'. Bill and her did it that same way with the hand tunnel. There was about half a joint left. She stated that she saw us 'hooking up' in the basement that one time.

“Ok,” I said. Bill was trying to suck on my neck. I was struggling with him (yeah it was kinda anti-metoo). “We did hook up that one time.” I told her.

Bill chimed in with hooking up at the wedding and called it a date.

“That wasn't a date!” I poked his chest with a finger.

“But you hooked up” I think the girl said.

“We did. Yes.” I looked at her. “We're not dating though.” I took my turn and did the hand tunnel shotgun thing but was getting NO smoke. Bill was holding my waist still.

“Friends with benefits?” the girl asked.

“NO!” I told her.

She moved in for her hit. “Booty Call?” She asked. Bill blew smoke between there cupped hands.

“No.” It wasn't that at all I told her. It wasn't.

“Hook up buddies?” I finally said. Pretty sure I made that up. It sounded ok. “Hook up buddies.” I said again. I wanted a good hit. I like getting high. I looked at Bill and told him we could do it his way but NO tongue. He took a drag and we touched lips and I got a MEGAHIT. I got that buzz that I love that tingly heady feeling at first that went full body. Bill's tongue went into my mouth (YEAH BIG SURPRISE THERE). I didn't fight it though. I don't think I really wanted to. I was feeling good literally and figuratively. I felt good all around.

The girl got her hit the REAL shotgun way. Bill was taking a big drag each time to puff in our mouths if you were wondering. He was getting his tokes. Me and the girl started chatting about class and found out we were in the same “EASY A” movie class. There were like 300 people in the class that was in a huge auditorium and the teacher always gave an easy grade. All you did was watch movies and discuss themes and how they relate to the bible stories and shit like that. Easy.

The weird thing was that we were talking about class like Bill wasn't holding his arms around me. Like 'my turn' to shotgun wasn't nuts. It went from a little tongue to a LOT quickly. I was giving Bill my tongue just as much as he was giving me his. She would take a hit and then me and Bill would pretty much be making out with smoke coming out as we did. I LIKED that way of shotgunning I'm sorry. I do.

I don't know when weed smoking stopped and it was just me and Bill making out in the path but it got there. We hadn't said a word to the girl as we kissed and I think she lit a smoke while me and Bill went at it. Bill hands reached up under my skirt and began to fondle my little tushy. I think this was the girls moment to take her leave. She said she was heading back or something.

When she was gone things got hot and heavy. I never made Bill remove his hands from my ass and his face was in my chest pretty quickly. My top was untied and my tits were out and he was sucking on them within about a minute after that girl left. I think this is the outcome I wanted. Since dressing like this for Bunz and waiting for a bit until Bunz made his move and kept trying to get something off of me I wanted to see what Bill would do if he saw me like this. In this outfit. I really did. I wanted to just floor Bill with how good I could look and he wasn't disappointing.

I keep knocking on Bunz and he did eventually 'attack' me when I was dressed like this for him but it took a while. Bill was all over it in minutes. We somehow got against the far green pole of the swing-set and Bill's fingers were under my skirt. The fucker can finger a girl. He hooks his finger up and back JUST like I need and hits the button EVERY FUCKING TIME. My hand was down his jeans and somehow they got unbuckled. When your fucking around you never think how pants came off or panties and shit like that. I was jerking his cock hard and fast. I wasn't blacked out like last time. I remember it and it was bigger than Bunz. Sorry Bunz. It is. Not much bigger but it was bigger by about and inch at least and wider.

Size matters if your huge. You don't have to do so much work. The girl doesn't and the guy doesn't. You can get by with a smaller cock if you know how to use it. It is all about foreplay by the way. Get a girl there BEFORE you wanna go there.

Everything happens so fast when your hooking up especially if your wasted. One minute we are doing hand shit and the next I'm up against the pole with my tits out and in his hands. His face is in between my legs. He was sucking my pussy lips into his mouth. My panties were still on and shit but pulled to the side. Its a little uncomfortable but I didn't care.

Sex like that isn't as glamorous as you watch in porn. I'm legit spread eagle standing up bending slightly at the knees my back against a big metal pole. I've said it I don't like my pussy eaten as much as other girls but Bill was doing just fine. It wasn't so much the tongue. He was moving it around all over the place applying pressure (he told me its the alphabet he writes with his tongue). His fingers were FUCKING GOLDEN. I was cumming and cumming all over his fingers and he was licking my shit up right there. I kept hear gravel move while he was on his knees and shit.

I wasn't moaning like a whore in a porn either. I was actually smoking a cigarette. Puffing hard when I came. Like some old lady or something. I was biting my teeth and sucking in smoke and blowing it out. The posture was awkward but I didn't care.

If you wonder I was thinking of Bunz. We weren't hidden. The playground is right off to the left like ten feet from the path. I was out clear as day. My tits out Bill's head between my legs. I wondered about getting caught the whole time. It adds to the excitement and danger. It does I'm sorry. It adds to the thrill and helped me cum.

I never knew what I'd do if he caught us. Which HE KINDA DID at the wedding and didn't do shit. I always thought I'd be TOUGH and just continue smoking and walk away with Bill. That's that. Sorry Bunz. I wouldn’t have done that. I woulda cried like the little girl I was and said sorry. Doubt he'd accept that.

The position changed because Bill stood up and used his MANLY power (yeah real manly) to turn me around and bend me over (#NOTMETOO). These are the moments when Bill went too far. When his actions made me question what we were doing. I was bent over holding the green pole and felt Bill trying to push his dick (how do guys get it out so quick) into my pussy. Even though I was wet as fuck he couldn't do it and was pushing against the portion between my butt (which he made an attempt at by accident) and my pussy. Guys can NEVER just shove it in there and they SHOULDN'T. He did manage to get his tip inside me and that made me pull away. It didn't feel WONDERFUL and I didn’t want that. “You don't have a condom” were the words I shouted. I asked if he had condoms. He said no. “HOW DO YOU NOT HAVE CONDOMS!” I told him. I coulda said anything like “NO” or “STOP”. You don't have a condom was what I said. Then I questioned why he didn't (SERIOULSY WHY NOT HAVE CONDOMS). I never said “I'm your buddies girlfriend” and that probably gave Bill his green light. I did pull away finally and stood up. I wasn't letting Bill do that.

I got behind the pole and looked to see Bill's dick bobbing up and down. I think he said something like “I wanna cum”. I'm young. I'm dumb. I'm clearly a whore. I didn't say “I'm leaving” or “I don't care”. Instead I told him. 'I'm not blowing you'.

I found myself facing the small wooded area between Bunz's apartment and the school. A fence and bushes separated the two. I was on Bill's left and was jerking him off into the bushes. My cigarette was still in my other hand (dangerous when you got a cock in your hand). It was so NOT pornographic. It was odd and I definitely thought we'd get caught and arrested for sex crimes or child crimes because the school and shit. I jerked him off sucking on my smoke looking at his cock and at his face. There was that look of pain and then he started to swear. I watched Bill cum for the first time (I think last time he might have I don't know). I swear to Christ I heard it gush out like a hose. Bill cums A LOT. Like a full jet of white shit sprayed the green leaves. Bill was swearing with “FUCK! FUCK! SHIT! FUCK!”. I guess guys swear when they cum? He kept cumming. I was smoking and looking at him cum sort of amazed he kept cumming. I started to laugh as it kept shooting out. He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. It was finally over.

We walked back to Bunz's sharing a smoke. I went up and Bill followed. The dick watched me piss. He seemed to enjoy it. I put my outfit back together and made sure my lipstick was ok and not on Bill's mouth. Bill was gonna pee but I wanted to do it for some reason. I asked him if I could hold it. I stood holding his cock over the toilet. I wish I had a dick (not really). I just wanna be able to piss wherever whenever. Bill stood for a bit but didn't piss. I asked what was wrong.

“You're holding it so its getting hard.” He laughed.

I did think about jerking him off again but we were pushing our luck on timing of not being noticed. It hadn't been more than a half hour yet I think. Bill was notorious for walking off and getting into drunk trouble. It wasn't that weird. Like before during pool Bill wanted my panties. A pair of nice see-through black ones. I thought it was kinda cute. So I gave him my patnies. He dared me to go to the parties panty-less and I made moves towards the party but thought better. I was gushing down there and shit would be heard and noticed. Like a squishing noise if I walked. My shit was drying up around my thighs. I decided against his wishes to get a pair of black thong panties and that was a compromise. I showed him my thong and lifted my skirt and spanked my ass. He sure did enjoy that shit. The panties could barely cover my excitement. We still went in the party at different times.

I went in first then him ten minutes later. I hate to admit I walked over and kissed Bunz. Looking back that's a bitch and a whore move. He didn't deserve that. I shoulda left him alone. Hillary I feel bad for too. She was dancing with Bunz and having a good time. I'd just jerked him off. He had my panties in his pocket. It was kinda hot. The naughty idea we'd get caught. It really adds to cheating. I'm sorry it does. I thought about how crazy it would be to be pantyless but I'm sure we woulda been caught me just standing talking to people with no panties. The idea had me wet again.

I had sex with Bunz that night. Great sex. Not until AFTER I took off the sexy school-girl outfit. I don't know if Bill got laid.

The saddest thing for Bunz is that he bought me that outfit. He would never see it on me again. He would never have sex with me in it. The only chance he got he fucked my ass crack and the bedsheets.

Bill would get me in that outfit more times than I could count. I'd be in it when he came home pretending to read. We'd be fucking in five minutes.

Bunz wasn't pathetic. I was clearly just a bitch. (UGH).

Poor Bunz.

I was confused. Young. Dumb. Stupid and shallow. I'm sorry Bunz.

It doesn't get better from here for him. I will say that its not like Bill insulted Bunz when he was doing all this nor did I. We may have made jokes at his expense at other times but we weren't saying LET'S HURT BUNZ BY FUCKING.

I think you can see it was just a growing relationship between me and Bill. Problem was I was already IN a relationship.

I shoulda broken up with Bunz. There were times I thought about it. I didn't. Not for a LONG time.

There were times I'd break it off with Bill.

I was confused. Young. Dumb. Stupid and shallow. I'm sorry Bunz. I was all over the place. I had two boyfriends apparently.

I wasn't looking for a relationship with Bill. He was but I told him it wasn't happening. A good thing occurred a few weeks later. Bill got caught supposedly getting a blowjob from some tall blonde bimbo behind the frat. Yeah I was kinda pissed and wanted to know. Bunz and his college boys did some digging. Bill said it wasn't true but we all narrowed it down to this bitch who fucked everyone and was so skinny she couldn't hold her pants up. I was more mad for Hillary. I actually felt relief. I wanted it to be just fun for Bill too and not something serious.

So the rumors were off me and on some blonde tall bimbo. I was all set. Sort of.

Side note or end note: A fan did some analysis of all the girls I listed and more of who I was told I look like. Did you know Odette Yustman, Rebecca Hall and Katie Holmes are like 5'10". Those are fucking amazonian celebs. I had no idea! I'm not that tall. Sadly the truth is that going by breast size (bra or cup size), height, weight, leg length (not sure how he figured this out) and age I'm within the category of your Halsy's and Megan Fox's according to the guy. The closest body type overall.....Miley Cyrus. Yeah. We're similar I guess. Body not face. Yuck. I'm not happy about that I don't think