First time for the ages? Or sloppy drunk fuck on a dirty couch? You decide

Note: I consented to what happened in this chapter. I did. Let's ease up on #metoo.

I've been talking with a friend about this time period. He said that I sounded like I was depressed and putting myself down. Depressed is a good word to use actually. Not about now but how I was at that time. I'm fine now. I'm happy I have a good job and a good home. I'm just bored locked in my home with a bunch of vodka, a bunch of weed laced chocolates and gummies, and a purple dildo (LOL).

I would say I was depressed back then. I was a scared little depressed girl who was insecure about everything from family, to friends to school to my job and my relationship. I probably woulda latched onto to ANYONE who said “you're great, your pretty, your amazing.” I wanted that to be Bunz. It ended up being Bill. That's either bad luck or just fate.

I'm constantly putting Bunz down to. It won't get better from here. If you want to figure Bunz out I'd have to say he was a 'beta male'. I feel like he knew what was going on and after the wedding he kinda had to. He just didn't know how to stop it. He couldn't stop it I guess.

Beta males are a REAL thing. I feel like its this thing that people hate to be called but there are a lot of them out there. If people just accept that then I think they'd be happier and I think Bunz kinda did accept that eventually. Not everyone is the alpha macho male.

I'm not saying Bunz was this physical weak specimen. He wasn't. I feel like people have this picture of Bill being this huge strong manly man of man with a twelve inch cock. He wasn't. He's a short guy with big arms yes. He and Bunz fought a lot. The Crew fought ALL the time. Men do that. I mean real fist fights. Bunz held his own. There were times that Bill manhandled Bunz, but there were times when Bunz pretty much knocked Bill out. Bill was stronger and I'm not sure Bunz would win if not for Bill getting WASTED all the time but I watched Bunz handle Bill quite often.

Being a beta male isn't about that in real life. Bunz had a hot little minx of a girlfriend (ahem...ME). He just never seemed to get that. Whenever I got really dolled up he'd be awkward. Which made me feel insecure even trying to look good. If that makes sense. Bill on the other hand would act like he's been there before and not be awkward even a little. He'd hold my waist, kiss my lips and neck and sort of be like...yeah this is my bitch. It kinda feels good. That's not to say he didn't go overboard. Trying to finger me in some alley drunk is one thing. Trying to finger me at my friend's wedding on the dance-floor is another.

Yes I would say Bill is the alpha of the Crew. You can pick it up RIGHT away as a girl. Though most girls don't use these words. He's got this confidence and this cockiness that infuriates a woman and your whole goal is to take him down a notch. To a girl that sort of means your seeking his attention to be like “I'm hot...I should be the focus of ALL your attention you JERK” which leads to getting fingered in an alley LMAO.

I can't explain it. I don't know how 'taking him down a notch' means you want to ride his cock until he's only thinking of you but it does.

Bunz even got called out early on at a lounge bar. Me and him were by ourselves and I had on a skirt and heels and tight little top showing my cleavage and this short piece of shit little European guy (no offense but he had this aura about him of faked confidence). That guy said Bunz wasn't the guy for me right to his face. He told Bunz he couldn't handle me and didn't have what it took. I'm sure that guy thought he had what it took (aka a penis). Bunz did get into his face and woulda kicked his ass (hot) but it points out how people can sense these things.

Back to the story.

I'm doing fine after that incident in the alley of the school. Some weeks pass and I'm kinda glad Bill's found this blonde bimbo he's fucking. Yeah I wanted to push her eyes in but it was for the better. It was early July and the greek system holds this summer event thing with poker tournaments, pool tournaments and beer bong and whatever else frat guys do. It was a Sunday.

Bill and some other guys were coming up for the event as they did. I made an effort to go to brunch (mimosas...yum...thank you very much) with Hillary, Melonie and another of our roommates. I say that but I was sleeping at Bunz's a lot. I did this to AVOID Bill and Hillary was expecting him to come over to our place later. She and Bill were fucking (dating in her mind and not his).

I got back to my place with now Bunz, no Crew, no BILL. I was happy and I got a glass of wine and sat on the couch at Bunz's place to read a book. Yeah. I fucking read books. Still. Being tipsy and reading is a blast. Bunz had roommates and one is a girl. She is my friend and still is but back then she rarely came home since she was living with her boyfriend. The other roommate had all but moved out. Same thing where he rarely came to the apartment. The apartment was pretty much ours. Thinking back Bunz had the smallest shittiest room on the second floor which he shoulda changed. Like I said the apartment is in the back of the frat (sort of). On a back street. The bathroom was right by the back steps and back door. It was used by our closer friends, but on days like these it was constantly being used. I'd hear the door open someone would then go in bathroom and be gone in minutes. Nothing out of ordinary.

I'm sitting there in my juicy couture maroon track-suit. My legit favorite and most comfortable outfit. Nothing sexy at all. Terry cloth, velour and cashmere its just comfortable AF. You can see my rear a bit but nothing like yoga pants. Sadly that shit isn't in style anymore. I'd rock that a lot. White t-shirt and white socks. Comfort that was all. I think it was white granny panties too. I had a fucking tortoiseshell headband holding my bob hair back.

I wanna say it was around 12PM only. Not even. I was certainly thinking Bill was gonna make an advance. I told myself I'd just tell him to take a hike. I did not get that done. I heard the door open for the umpteenth time wondering who it was but not caring. If it were Bunz he'd text me first. Especially since he always had to shit. He did. Everyone does. I do. Sorry.

It was Bill. He came in sweaty and red faces. Drunk already. Blue collared shirt, jeans and white running shoes. Not the best dresser. I make a comment 'drunk already' and point to the door. “You gotta get outta here Bill.”

He didn't. He was on top of me in a fucking flash. Bunz had two couches and a love seat. The couch I was on was against the wall facing the other wall. The other couch was smaller and faced the flat screen TV. This couch was dirty old, orange and smelly. It had stains all over it. It was long though and kinda comfortable to crash on which I did a lot. Bill slept on that couch. It is the couch he slept on when he first fingered me.

I want to say I was fighting his advances and I think I would have back in the day. I wasn't really. We were kissing as I told him he had to leave. I mean I was shoving my tongue in his mouth as I laid back just as much as he was tongue fucking mine. I was kinda drunk myself (mimosas...yum...eight of them LMAO). I was moaning as his hands dove into the tie waistband of the juicy pants. I had my mouth open looking up at the ceiling as his fingers worked their way under my panties into my VERY wet cunt (I can say it you CAN'T). Bill was sucking on my ear which I love and then working a hickey into my neck behind my ear as he fingered me on that couch. It felt great. Bill can work magic down there and I hated that he could but he fucking could get me there quick. I'm legit moaning and trying not to do it too loud to show him how good it feels but when I cum it makes a lot of noise. Like pushing your finger into one of those fart machine things we had as a kid.

I came nice and hard and he kissed his way down my couture jacket to my stomach. He spent some time licking my belly button ring. Yeah I have a belly button ring. I have several ear piercings. I had a tongue ring, a nose piercing and eye-brow piercings. Those were gone but you could still see little holes. I still had the belly button dealy.

Here is where the consent comes in if you already didn't get it. He was attemtping to pull my pants down but they were tied. I had to help him untie them and help him slip them down along with my panties. I don't know what Bunz was doing at noon on that Sunday afternoon but I know that Bill his buddy was tongue fucking my pussy on a dirt orange couch.

He made a comment about my dark landing strip I shaved into my pussy. “Sexy and hot” he called it. I guess he never noticed it before?

Bill knows to push his tongue against my clit while he works on my inside g-spot with his fingers. That comes from eating pussy. Dude loved to eat pussy. I hated it but he did it fucking good. I was melting. It is so weird for me since I don't know what to do with my hands. One was rubbing my hair as I moaned and the other was softly rubbing his back and arms. My leg was on the top of the couch and the other was tapping his back as he sucked on my swollen pussy lips (yeah the verbiage is kinda gross saying it outloud...MEN).

It was one of those moments when morally I didn't want to cum but physically I uh...WANT to cum. I did. Hard. I pushed my shit right up into his mouth and he got to suck m juices down. My legs are shaking and I'm tapping his back with my socks and shit. He came up for air with his fucking chin glistening with my shit. In that moment I pulled his ass to me and kissed him shoving my fucking tongue into his mouth as a reward. I didn't care about my own cum on him. My hand shoved down his fucking jeans and was rubbing his dick while we kissed.

My phone was buzzing on the table. I was getting constant texts. Some where from Bunz. Bill sat back and suggested we smoke a joint. I was down. I'd just had a fucking bunch of orgasms and wanted to relax. I kept jerking his cock. He was rolling a joint and I'm sitting there pulling his jeans apart searching for his cock. I honestly wanted to see it. I hadn't actually looked at it and I'd held it a few times. I wanted to see it in the light.

This is where I have to be honest and admit a bitchy thought crossed my mind. I did wand to compare it to Bunz. How could I not. It must have looked off if someone walked in. Bill trying to roll a joint and grunting while I'm pulling on his dick on the couch. My shit was back up around my waist but his dick was OUT. I was scanning it. A few things I noticed. Bunz's cock is is dark on the base but veiny all around including the balls which are wrinkly. His veins are dark purple. He also has hair follicles that look like soft bumps all over his shaft and pubic area. He oddly has TONS of hair down there on his balls and legs but none on his chest. Bill was exact opposite. Hair on his chest none on his nuts. No dark veins, a largely white cock all around. It was about an inch or two longer and thicker. I could tell because I was pulling on it with my hand. It was more research for me than stimulation if that makes sense. I wanted to suck it I did but held back (I think I sucked him off a bit on the beach). I was rolling his balls trying to find the wrinkles and the hairs. That shit wasn't there. It was almost smooth. I know Bill manscapes but there wasn't really hair except on the pubic area.

Bill starts smoking and I start checking my phone messages. I'm still jerking him off mind you. It is so me and Bill to be so nonchalant about sex shit like that. We were just so comfortable that I could pull on his dick and check my phone while we passed a joint back and forth.

I'm still judging Bill's dick by the way. I notice how its more streamlined than Bunz. My boyfriend has this lions main that's pretty significant. The tip is a HUGE mushroom. Bunz has a big ol' purple mushroom on a sort of thin stalk. Bill's dick was more of a missile. Not much lion's mane and the tip sorta didn't stick out beyond the shaft.

I'm jerking him with my left hand and scrolling through messages and sharing a joint smoke. Multi-tasking the fuck outta my time LMFAO! It got complicated because the phone had to be put down when I checked. I decided we should just shotgun 'bill style'. So now I'm making out with Bill as he puffs smoke in my mouth, jerking him off and all the time looking at my phone.

Yes. Bunz texted while Bill was eating me out. I didn't feel bad at the time. I feel more bad now. I felt mad that Bunz was thinking about his pool and beer pong. He'd been talking all week about this lame shit. Bunz was asking if I'd seen Bill. I told Bill.

“Tell him what your doing?” Bill laughed.

“FUCK YOU!” I said but still had his dick in my hand for some reason. I'm sitting there trying to look at the message and Bill kisses/gives me a hit. I pull off and look down. Bunz wants me to ask Hillary if I've seen him. I say that she hasn't. Bunz texts me that Bill is probably with that blonde bimbo whore who sucked his cock. Bunz saw her at a Frat house.

I then remember the blonde bimbo. I turn to Bill no longer jerking his cock. Sort of squeezing his dick. “Whose the blonde bimbo who sucked your cock behind the frat?” I shoot him a shitty look of anger.

“You didn't suck my dick!” I recall Bill remarking. “Who was saying that?”

“Not me,” I reminded him. “Some tall blonde bimbo.”

Bill looked right at me and then down to my hand and then to my hair and then to my eyes. “Isn't that you?”

You have to recall I have blonde streaks. I lot of them. Short dark hair with a shitload of blonde streaks at that point. You ever seen Fight Club where the dude says 'we have just lost cabin pressure' when he realizes he's Brad Pitt. Yeah that was me. I instantly face-palmed and groaned in anger while I rocked on that gross couch. “I'm the blonde bimbo”. I was pretty much smacking my own forehead saying 'stupid fucking Morgan'. We were searching for this 'blonde bitch'. Me, Bunz and even Hillary who knew the rumors. Bunz didn't see me as blonde, Hillary didn't but a bunch of guys (GUYS ONLY) thought I was blonde. That included Bill. I had made jokes that the blonde dye was seeping into my head when I said something stupid too.

Bill was laughing his asshole butt off. I'm the 'blonde bimbo' now I joked. I gotta say it was kinda cool. With Bunz I'm this girl next-door. With Bill I'm just some tall (in heels) blonde bimbo slut. It fit. I told Bill Bunz wanted him to get back and play pool or maybe beer pong. It was his teams turn. Bunz was bragging he was kicking ass and Bill and his teammate sucked. Yeah poor Bunz.

Bill made a comment about going to 'lose' the game and that he'd be back. He told me to put on a skirt. The skirt from the night before when I was in the schoolgirl outfit. It would be easier fucker said. I told him to fuck off and not to come back.

I'd say I meant that but when he left I jumped up and went to the bathroom. I fucking fixed and straightened my hair. I fucking spent an hour putting on subtle eye-shadow and foundation makeup trying my best not to look like I was trying to hard. I was excited as fuck. Wet as fuck and nervous as fuck. I kept checking my texts to see what Bunz was saying and Hillary. I put on shiny pink lip gloss. Then I went upstairs and walked to the closet. I fucking did grab that skirt. I put that on and a tighter white top that had support around the breasts pushed my girls up and together with no bra. I put my fucking juicy jacket back on. Then for some fucking reason I put on my thin t-strap pink open-toed high heels with a cork heel.

I spent an hour pacing smoking in the house (which we don't do) nervous as all fucking hell wondering what was going to happen. Waiting for Bill. I was constantly checking myself. Did I do too much or not enough. The jacket and the skirt and heels DID not go together. So what.

I kept hearing people use the bathroom and my heart was pounding. It was about three o'clock when Bill finally came back. I made sure to act all aloof as if I didn't want him there. I checked Bunz last text on where he was. Bill suggested we do BONG hits.

Bunz has this purple bong called the “Wizard” with a crusty old Lord of the Rings dude sticker. I brought that down. I mean is it WORSE that I let this dude smoke Bunz's bong? Kinda bad. I took one hit after Bill and he had to help me. I was fucking DONE. I was sitting there bobbing my heels my legs crossed into him my knees touching his. That awkwardness before a hook-up set in.

I finally just face-palmed again and said “Are we gonna hook up or what dude?”

Bill laughed and said “What?”

I told him to 'shut it' and then turned to push my mouth to his. We were going at it hard. Sucking face tongues out all over the place. Bill's on top of me on that fucking orange couch. My legs are open and he's pulling my panties down. Did I mention I put on some hot orange see through panties that make my ass pop. Yeah no colors matched in my entire outfit. He didn't give a fuck.

I recall being pinned down. I was consenting get over it. We are kissing and Bill's pulling his pants down. Bill's moving fast and I don't know where this is all going or how its going to end. I wasn't caring and wasn't really thinking about Bunz. The idea that someone could legit walk in wasn't lost on me but it only adds to the fun. Its naughty and wrong. I was a little slut. I know what happened next though. I felt Bill's tip push into me. He didn't miss this time and my mouth opened wide in shock and the sensation. It kinda pulled me back to Earth.

“No...get it out...no.” I told him. He still pushed a little more in. “You don't have a condom.”

Bill pulled out and then looked down at me. “I have a condom.” The guy reaches in his pants and pulls out his big black wallet like some kid in high-school. If you're wondering about consent I was laying there legs spread open watching him pull the condom out and waiting. Dripping pussy legs sprawled open like the little whore I was.

He pulled out a ribbed for her pleasure tan/yellow condom wrapper. I shit you guys not it was the one Bunz gave him the first time I had met Bill. It had to be. He just unwrapped it and got back on top of me. I could have left at that moment or stopped him. I coulda said no. I didn't. I laid there and let Bill guide his condom covered dick to my pussy and then he was in me. I recall looking up at him and saying “you owe me a third date”. As if my little rule of a third date mattered at all. I still kept it in my head as an excuse for being a good girl. Three dates. Then sex.

Up until this point I could claim it was nothing. It was harmless. It meant nothing. I coulda told Bunz and maybe we'd have survived. This was the point of no return. Bill and I were having sex. It felt so fucking good too. That slight extra girth and length was more than my wet pussy needed. It almost fucking hurt. I didn't want to make him know that though. To hold that over me. The girth was more the problem and Bill was eager. He was pushing hard trying to shove it all in. I told him “easy....go easy.”

Bill picked up on it and smirked above me. “I'm bigger aren't I” or some rude shit like that.

“Cut it out mister.” I told him. “Don't do that shit.” He kept pushing more slowly and inches went inside. My shit was sopping around that cock. I hate to admit it to that creep but it felt like I was losing my virginity again. I'd had Bunz's dick and only his dick for the past year. I want to say it lasted a long time. It didn't. The teasing and playing earlier the secret wrongness of it all was making me even wetter. Even the fact that I was just another 'couch girl' to Bill was going through my head. I kinda loved it. He was pushing in and pulling out rather slowly and I was thinking how I was no better than the other girls that Bunz had a crush on that Bill had fucked on a couch. It works on your mind. It does. I had this look of pain on my face I guess (according to Bill) with my mouth open and lips quivering like I was in lust and shit I guess. I let out a LOUD fucking moan. Like that “HHHHHHUUUUUHHHHH!” sound.

I NEVER have a vaginal orgasm. Ever in my life. I had one right there. A fucking powerful one. I'm gripping at the sky and shit my head back and pushing my pelvis up to get more of Bill in me. My legs are fucking wrapped around his legs pulling him as much as I could. My fucking toes were curling so hard in the heels they were scrapping that shit.

There is a thing about my orgasm that Bill says makes my pussy 'magical'. When I cum my pussy contracts and squeezes down. I think other girls do that but mine is intense (according to Bill and Bunz). When your inside me and I cum my pussy will legit suck on your dick until you cum with me. That is exactly what Bill experienced. I couldn’t feel the hot cum (which I like normally) cause of the condom but Bill fell on me and shit and was swearing “FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” That's what he does. Guy swears like a sailor when he cums.

I was kissing Bill's face over and over. You will know if I cum. If I peck your face and kiss and kiss it means you made me cum and I'm like rewarding you and thanking you.

Bill rolled off and sat up. I sat up with him. We kept kissing and I was running my fingers on his dick. The condom still on and shit. I DID poke him in the chest and say “NO ONE EVER KNOWS ABOUT THIS MISTER!” I was laying in his arms and we shared a smoke coming down from that sex high.

I don't think it was even 4PM yet.

We sat there talking about how that was the condom Bunz gave him. I checked the expiration but that didn’t mean a thing. There still wasn't this awkwardness I expected. We were totes relaxed and beaming with energy. I was still high as fuck and hungry.

I don't know why but I agreed to get a pizza down the street with Bill. We shared a smoke on the way. Its only two blocks down in other direction of frat. Its not like anyone had a car to catch us. I was still in that non-matching outfit with skirt and heels mind you. Bill was saying it was the best sex of his life. I said it was 'pretty good' but that was it. This wasn't going to happen. Bill kept stopping to kiss me and I let him. Smelled of smoke but who cares. I told him he can be happy that one day when I marry Bunz he'll be smiling in the rows of the church. I might even wink at him. He begged me NOT to marry Bunz which I told him it wasn't going to last with us. This was fun. I hope he got that.

The pizza place was great. We stood debating, high as balls about a pie or slices. The guy said we can take the pizza next door. There was a little dive bar that no one EVER went to. Just old dudes. Bill and me went and ate a whole pizza next door while we drank beers. We even played pool. It was kinda fun. I kept checking my texts. Nothing new about Bunz coming back.

Yes I played pool with Bill and showed him some cleavage and leg. Our slutty pool games were getting more and more crazy I guess. We kissed and played in public. It was wrong but felt right and fun. I didn't realize Bill had paid for pizza until the tab came and he offered to pay it all. He smiled and said “there is your third date.” Kinda smooth actually.

I recall saying “you win” and laughing and then insisting Bill get condoms. We went to **** store across street. Bill was picking out condoms and I'm texting Bunz who is bragging about coming in fourth place for pool and winning money. It was sort of sad really. He was shitting on Bill for disappearing and being too drunk to play right. Bill had lost unpurpose (I think) simply to fuck Bunz's girlfriend. Poor Bunz. Now that same dickhead drunk was buying condoms for more sex.

Bill and me were all over each other at that point. Falling into yards making out and laughing. We made our way back to the apartment. Bill was joking how he 'knew' he'd get that third date. How he knew he'd have me 'creaming and screaming'. I admitted he was right. I told him. “He wins. He gets pussy.” I checked for Bunz first making Bill stay outside. No one was there. Bill came in and lifted me into his arms.

We didn't go up to Bunz's room. I didn't want to do that. Instead we went into the dusty empty first floor room of my friend (the female roommate who was never there). I remember the room being littered with clothes and even panties and bras and just clutter everywhere. There wasn't even a sheet on the bed or pillows. There was a bed. I sat on the bed eagerly waiting while Bill put a condom on (ribber Trojan..my suggestion). Have you ever sat there waiting for a condom to go on. That blows.

I just remember the sun still being up and Bill getting on top of me. My panties were off. Had been since I sat down. I didn't know what to expect and thought it would be more of the same on the couch. I was fine with that. Bill put my heels on his shoulders and pushed down. He had his cock in me with my fucking heels on his shoulder and kissing me. My fucking heels by my goddamn head. It kinda hurt but I fucking was all in. This was like fucking porno sex and I don't think Bunz and me ever did this.

I'm bent in two on a bed my heels above my head moaning like a little ho-bag in heat. I was LOVING it. I was doing those loud “Uh...uh...uh” moans with his pushing. Then a louder moan when I came on his cock. You could hear that slurping noise when I came and that noise of squishing as he fucked me. I was in heaven. This is EXACTLY how I wanted to be fucked. EXACTLY what I needed and had wanted from Bunz. To be fucked like a little slut. I'll be your slut if you treat me right. My toes were curling again by my fucking head now and we were kissing. When I came down from my orgasm (another vaginal. First two ever) I wanted to know if Bill had cum. He hadn't. I was fucking thrilled. I wanted to keep going and so did he.

Bill got off and I wanted him to lay down. I was gonna ride him but not the normal way. I grabbed his dick and faced away my ass facing his face. It was reverse cowgirl. Shit I never do but would be come the norm with my sex with Bill. Porno like sex. Bill loves it. He says it is the best look to see my ass sinking onto his dick and my pussy eating his cock.

We'd watch a video we took later in life (yes we made tapes MUCH later) and I got to see it from his POV. Not bad. Bill said we were like athletes watching tape of a game. We were sex perfectionists I told him. We kinda were.

I was straddling him sinking on his dick smacking my ass down on him. I think I was holding his jeans. I had my clothes on still and so did he actually. In reverse cowgirl I didn't get to rub my clit on his pube area to cum but I figured he'd gotten me to cum vaginally so why not try. I rode him until I had another great orgasm, my shit squeezed his dick. My orgasm was sort of cut short since the door to the apartment slammed open. I was scared. If Bunz came I didn't know what I would do. The bathroom door closed and then opened. Then the apartment door slammed again. Whoever it was missed as show in the room down the hall. I look at Bill who was laughing. He still didn't cum.

Here is the thing for men. If you want to have sex for hours don't expect to cum right away. Play, fuck, tease and keep fucking in increments. You can't cum all the time and a girl eventually starts to feel raw. I remember being on this sex high. Bill took the condom off and we went to drink. It was whiskey this time and we were sharing a glass. I was all over him now. I kept making sure no texts from Bunz.

I got wrecked and Bill got wrecked. We smoked a joint while Bill was behind me fucking me like I fantasized about right on that couch. He was spanking my ass and pulling my hair. I was cumming ALL over the place. Floor was stained, the bed had stains (I never cleaned them), and the couch was stained with my shit. I cleaned most of it.

I was legit bent over smoking a joint getting fucked from behind and my ass smacked. We were all over the place and I can't say how many orgasms I had. Yeah my shit was getting raw but I didn't want to stop. I didn't care about Bunz then and we sat talking. If he came in when we were fucking I'd leave with Bill. That would be it. Utter bitch of me to do that but in that moment I was ready.

I recall Bill sitting on couch sipping whiskey and smoking a cigarette. My cigarette a Newport. The door opened in the back stairs again and slammed and then the bathroom door opened and closed and whoever it was walked out and slammed the apartment door. There was legit a thin wall that separated the back hall with the kitchen and the den. All the person had to do was walk into the kitchen and go to the fridge. They woulda seen me sucking Bill's dick while he smoked and drank.

I was sucking him hard. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to taste his shit. He didn't. I kept looking up and asking if he was going to cum. He said he had whiskey dick. This is when I learned there are two types of WD (Whiskey Dick). Either you get no boner or you get one that won't go away. Bill had the forever boner going. I was a little pissed about it. We'd used two condoms in the pack. One was left.

I didn't want the night to end. It was still early. Like 6PM. Bill wanted to go to a bar and then dared me to go without panties. This was the second time he dared me and the first I was too scared.

So I did. One of craziest things I'd done until this point. I did change my skirt to one that matched my juicy top, and my heels to black strapped cork wedges. We walked to hipster bar by the pizza place. I remember getting nervous as I walked up but not saying a word about it since I wanted to have that aura of not giving ONE FUCK. Yeah girls can be shallow and think that not caring is cool to a guy.

I didn't hesitate one bit and just walked in. It was kinda packed. Not too packed but at least ten people in the small bar. I didn't say much, and didn't move. I was NOT going to sit. I stood with Bill like this living doll as he sat on the stool at the bar and chatted about baseball and shit. Guys are weird. Here I am standing there in a skirt with no panties wet like a bathtub down there hoping the little drops don't go all the way down my thighs, and afraid to sit down so it looks like I have stains. I got my knees together feeling uncomfortable because being horny and having no panties in public like that sounds cool but its kinda uncomfortable.

Bill's chatting away with bartender and acting like I have panties on. I recall a guy coming up and saying he'd wanted to talk to me since I walked in. Bill was just laughing, not jealous at all sipping his beer. I chatted with the guy briefly saying I'm with Bill (I guess I never did that with Bunz). I grabbed Bill's glass and drank some of his beer. Sort of a 'buzz off guy' move. Thinking back though when he hit on me it only made me THAT much more horny. I mean he had no idea I'd just been a little slut getting fucked all day to the point I legit had NO panties on while I talked with him.

Bill and I were all over each other at that point. We were kissing and groping. We ended up fucking in an alley a block from Bunz's apartment. Me all bent over and Bill behind me spanking my ass and pulling my hair like I love. No condom. The feeling of a hot hard cock is soooo nice compared to a fucking shitty condom. I made Bill PROMISE he wasn't going to cum, and if he had to just go on my back.

If your thinking sex in the alley went on for hours, it didn't. It was more of a spur of the moment thing we came up with seeing the alley. Like a 'let's go fuck in that alley' moment. It lasted about two minutes and I did have another great orgasm. I loved it. I loved getting fucked up against a brick wall in an alley. I loved being this cheap little slut who got fucked like that. I did. I was NEVER the girl next door. That moniker never felt right.

We got back to Bunz's apartment and I think I did another face-palm. I'm queen of the face-palms when I do or say something dumb or feel dumb. I think I said “where is your car”. We'd been talking fucking in that car so much I wanted it out of the way. Plus we wouldn't get caught by Bunz or someone else. I know I said I wouldn't but I kinda wanted to. We walked to his car up the street, and got in. I have to admit the back seat wasn't so bad. Plush cushy seat in the back that could fit three bodies.

I layed down in the back and Bill got on top. Not the most room back there but we made due. Bill was like grabbing my lower back and kinda humping me pretty hard. My legs were all up in the air knocking the ceiling and shit LMAO. Here is a thing about fucking in cars (which I don't think I did before that) it DOES get foggy and the car creaks and rocks. If people walked by they woulda know people were fucking in that car.

I was teasing Bill as he fucked me. I said “how many girls you bring back here”. He told me none. Good answer. Even if we know that's a lie. Just lie about it. I even got to do my Rose from Titanic move by putting my hand up in the foggy window (FUCK YOU I love that movie). Thinking back my hand was facing the other way...SUE ME JAMES CAMERON!

People think sex is like porno or those movies were its slow and all this passion. It isn't. Me and Bill were cracking jokes in between kisses while he fucked me. Yes. Yes. Bill insulted Bunz and said he wants him to sit in back seat now. I did laugh but I told Bill to 'cut it out'.

There is that moment where your working up to orgasm though and the talking and joking stops. I'm kissing him and my legs are over the back seat hed rest and the front seat. I mean my legs are OPEN boys. I had a great orgasm my shit was getting Bill's dick wet. Fucker STILL didn't cum.

That is how you have sex all day guys. Don't expect to cum. Keep playing and teasing. Don't reuse a condom. We went through a box of three.

He didn't cum until we were smoking on the deck hearing the party from the Frat. I swear I heard Bunz but I was with Bill pulling on his cock which was pointing to the back alley. I was feeding Bill's ego and calling him a stud and saying he had me 'creaming and screaming'. I think that was enough since he blasted a load in the alley all over the steps, the side of the neighbor's house and the trash cans. We're on the second floor and I'm dying as he is spraying shit everywhere like a fucking hose.

It was time for the dude to leave. I didn't see Bill again that night. He musta got what he wanted and left. He drove home late fucking WRECKED. Bad move dude. He was dumb. Bunz came home to me passed out on the couch back in my juicy jumpsuit. Glass of wine on the table. We got ready for bed and I passed the fuck out drooling and snoring I was so tired.

The next morning I went piss and noticed used condoms in the trash. I threw that shit out right away. What scared me though was the amount of what looked like white cum on the outside of the condoms. Now guys, I'm a squirter, I always have been so I don't know where Bunz gets that Bill made me squirter. If you play with me right my shit will gush out or spray out legit spray out. My shit is clear though or so I thought. I don't know how Bill made me cum white girl cum (I didn't even know that was a thing) and he does it occasionally. I just noticed it looked like cum but not as thick you know. It still scared me. He'd stuck it in a BUNCH without the condom (see alleyway a block away).

So yeah I went to planned parenthood. You still needed prescriptions for the morning after pill. Ugh. Bunz came with me. I felt like shit lying and saying I was there for a check up (back then they offered free no hassle women's check-ups for some stuff). Bunz sat in the lobby while I was with doctor. If you ever had to go ask for the plan “B” pill but it comes with a long lecture about sex and safety. Yeah while Bunz happily whistled in the lobby (not really) I was getting lectured on having safer sex with his asshole friend. Poor poor Bunz. He had no idea. This wouldn't be the last time.

I also like to take a handful of those shitty condoms that are in the lobby. I legit will take most of the bowl each time. I LIKE SEX FUCK OFF!

I still didn't want to date Bill. Just have fun. I did know we'd be fucking again. I won't claim I didn't think that or wasn't looking forward to it. The worst thing that can happen when you cheat is good sex because it means your probably going to be doing it again. This was GREAT sex. AMAZING sex. None of that awkwardness of asking each other 'did you cum'.

A few weeks later Hillary called me crying. I met her out and I heard about Melonie blowing Bill in an alley behind the bar. Hillary legit walked out to her on her knees with Bill's hat on. They were in a beef that would last a year. Bill was now with Melonie I guess.

I had the odd sensation of relief. I didn't want a relationship with Bill. Yeah I was pissed. I again felt like things would settle down. Sucks when Hillary was like 'you wouldn't do that to me'.

Uh...nah Hill....I wouldn't.

Sorry. Not sorry. But REAL sorry Hill.

If your wondering whether I felt Bill FAVORED me over them. I did think about it. Was I just being a dumb bitch? The dude was already saying he loved me and wanted to marry me. He wouldn't bring Hillary to his house (sorry BISH I'd already met his mom). He also only ended up fucking her in the ass for like months. Poor Hill.

Melonie was starting to think it was odd right away. Bill would take her out and they'd split the check then he'd bring her to a fucking hotel. Same hotel. Never his house. She later admitted to going with Bill to Bunz's house several times. Bill knew of an always open window Bunz didn't know about. There was a rule Bunz had that you could bring a girl there and he was cool with it if you let him know and picked up. Bill was the ONLY one who ever took that offer and the asshat never cleaned up of told Bunz.

Melonie told me Bill would get wasted, watch TV and then take her up to the couch in the living room. Spoiler alert he did that with me. He did that with Hillary. We had a group face-palm night a year or so later. We were all just stupid couch girls for Bill. He had a way with getting girls on couches.

I say all this but not one of us stopped fucking Bill. Wow. The only reason I know this is because Melonie confided in me and Hillary did. Their rivalry had me at the center and they had no idea that I was fucking him too.

It's crazy to think that at the time Bunz and the Crew and his college buddies were all bragging about these great jobs they'd gotten after college. How they had all these plans and everything figured out. They bragged about stupid shit like fantasy sports and video-games and this girl and that (none of them had steady girls except a few).

Meanwhile the supposed LOSER of this group, the drunk, the fool, the guy who was crazy and out of control and who could never hold a job....he was screwing all the girls they hung out with. Including me. Guess what? Even that girl who smoked weed with us while Bill was trying to get in my skirt on 'pimps and hos' night. Bill ended up screwing her and she's now married to the head frat guy (LMFAO). The girl who got confused with me. The skinny tall blonde with no ass so much that her clothes slid off. BILL FUCKED HER TOO EVENTUALLY. Thanks in large part to the rumor itself. Otherwise that dude woulda never met her.

I cared yeah. Looking back its sort of embarrassing. I didn't want to be serious with Bill. I wanted fun. I was a slut. I really was.

I recall being at a party later in the year. Bill had some girl from his hometown on the couch. Everyone was giving her shit and she looked REALLY sad and embarrassed. I took her outside and gave her a smoke. She was practically crying. I told her “I get it” and showed her the SAME hickey behind my ear that she had.

I wasn't the only girlfriend either. He ended up fucking another buddies girl (but after they broke up).

So while the guys bragged about nothing Bill was getting his dick wet with every girl they brought around.

Priorities people.

Guess Bill was kind of shithead. Hard to defend him.

Sorry Bill...not sorry. At all.

Here is a final thought before I end this. I ramble because I'm high as balls. Sorry to reader...not sorry (that is like my catch phrase now I like it).

It took Bunz one year and around 4 months from meeting me to getting into bed with me. Bill met me in December and had me by June. Thats about six months. Not really though since Bill only came up to the city we went to college in about twice a month. I had met Bill less that a HANDFUL of times. Ten was being generous I think. I used to hang out with Bunz twice a week for a year before we hooked up.

I don't know what I'm trying to say but in my mind it makes sense. If you look at the time he spent with me Bill had me in bed in under two weeks. Wow.