PART 3: The outcast. The slut. The bitch. The whore. The lonely, sad, slutty, bitchy whore.

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"The outcast. The slut. The bitch. The whore. The lonely, sad, slutty, bitchy whore.”
-Artemis from It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia

Kinda makes me think of myself during the period I'm talking about. I ain't lying.

If you're wondering how I can kick out these chapters so quick they are all emails I sent to someone long ago. It was all over the place and more stream of conscious stuff.

I am going to get worse when it comes to Bunz. It's not his fault. The haters are right. I was mean. I was a bitch. I was a whore. Bunz didn't deserve it. He was a good guy. This is porn though. So enjoy.

Either way I'm not doing an explanation portion. Lets get into it.

Catching up. Go ahead and try to link these experiences up with chapters from the past. They link up nicely I think I just don't know how to describe the 'nights' in question.

I had just had a make-out session with Bill in the basement of a bar. Most people in Bunz's circles thought I was dating Bill. I did feel bad. I still believed I'd stay with Bunz and had NO intention of leaving him for Bill. I didn't want to even really continue with Bill as I thought things would get out of hand. I knew things would get out of hand.

This is where this story crosses with the initial story. After the first few chapters most of that stuff is about sex adventures me and Bill had AFTER I broke up with Bunz. A chapter talked about a night of 'innuendo' between me and Bill at a bar while Bunz listened. This event in the story follows a cook-out at Bills house. That got reversed. The cook-out happened AFTER the “innuendo night”. I also have to mention the naughty pool game scenario in the Introduction. That happened and we will get to it but losing my panties actually occurred on this innuendo night.

I was REALLY nervous now around Bill. I got REALLY drunk every-time he came up. He was starting to come up more often and I was like SHIT each time. I can't recall like Bunz EXACTLY what the fuck I wore or what was said. Who the fuck could? I do know that I wore my jean skirt (I think) and a black top with wedge high heels. I always wore a black top that showed my cleavage. I liked to make it APPEAR I had bigger tits. It was another point of insecurity. Men like tits and I thought that is what mattered. It doesn't. I only had like three outfits I wore out. Black top, jean skirt wedge four inch cork heels with black straps.

Innuendo night wasn't just the three of us (Me, Bill and Bunz). It was actually like five of us and I was the only girl once again. We went to a bar for cheap beer. I was already wrecked on tequila and we all smoked a joint. NO SHUTGUNNING this time. I was pretty hammered.

Something to note was that Bill had a black shirt on as usual which matched my black top. I'm not sure why that's important but I think it speaks to us looking like we were together. I don't even recall what Bunz wore.

We went to the back of the bar and Bill sat in the corner and I sat next to him with Bunz on end of the table facing the wall. The others sat on the other side. I kept making sure I didn't cross my legs TOWARDS Bill which was a big sign (WARNING: when a girl crossed legs towards you it means she's into you, she's a few drinks away from opening those legs...maybe not a warning LOL!)

Everything was fine and Bill wasn't being as much of an asshat as Bunz claims in other chapters. He did get wasted as always and then said something about my legs. Something like “the girls look good tonight”. That is fine and I did take time to lotion and lather and shave them to make them look shiny. Not for Bill.

I wanna say that was the first time Bill called my legs the 'girls' in front of Bunz and I scanned his face but saw no reaction at all. I thanked Bill but then he got gross.

“I'd love to get between them and make them squirm in the air” Or something dumb like that.

Bunz did tell Bill to 'cut it out' but that was pretty much it. Bill didn't stop and made another comment about panties or something and what my legs would look like wrapped around his body. Bunz did defend me but I remember saying that I could defend myself and sort of turned away from Bunz and put my arms on the table in an angry manner looking right at Bill. The other guys were watching college basketball or something.

This is me paraphrasing what was said not 100% accurate.

“I'm not just going to open my legs for you Bill.” I told him. “I'm not that kind of girl.”

“How can a guy get between those legs?” Bill asked.

At this point my back was to Bunz completely cutting him out of the conversation and if he thinks I was speaking to 'everyone' or some hypothetical person he's wrong. I was speaking to Bill. “We haven't even gone on a date!” I told Bill drunk off my ass.

“I'm not going out with you Bill.” I stammered and was shaking my head looking away to the bar. The others didn't seem concerned at ALL about what me and Bill were discussing. COLLEGE HOOPS! YAAAY! I have no idea what Bunz was doing. I didn't look over. He sure as shit wasn't saying anything.

Our conversation, a conversation between me and Bill...directly talking to each other only. “Why not?” he asked.

This was one of two moments where I should have referenced Bunz and our relationship. The nice thing to say would have been “I'm dating your friend” right away. I could have even mentioned Hillary who Bill was fucking (I think he was at that point). Instead I went through a list. “I don't know,” I said looking at him. “You live at home for one. You can't keep a job. You're drunk all the time. You haven't finished college and your like 40. Plus you need a new fucking car” It was then that I crossed my arms in anger staring at Bill. I have to admit I'm pretty sure my whole body was turned to Bill including crossing my legs into him. I'm big with body language. I was essentially shutting Bunz out and opening to Bill.

Bill laughed. “My car is fine. You'll love it.”

“I'm never going to fuck you in that car Bill.” I responded within earshot of Bunz. He had to hear that. Didn't say a word. (Note: I will not keep that promise. I will fuck Bill in that car eventually. A Lot). I did finally say “Oh yeah and I date your friend.” I did turn to Bunz finally who was drinking a beer and watching COLLEGE HOOPS.

The conversation stopped at that point. Bunz offered a round but NO one questioned our conversation.

The group kept moving and getting up and pissing and playing golf. Me and Bill stayed in our seats. The crowd around us grew. I never mentioned my 'blowjob' ability. Bill stated eventually he would 'change' for me.

“You won't change Bill,” I told him. Bunz was sitting right there again.

Bill said he wanted “one night” or “one chance”.

Bunz told him to cut it out between drinking his beer and watching sports. I told Bunz I could defend myself. I was SO close to saying I already gave Bill his one night. Where we made out. I just looked over and again shut Bunz out of conversation with my body. “If I gave you one night that wouldn't be the end. You'd become addicted and never stop bothering me.”

“You'd be the one who was addicted,” Bill commented.

Bunz didn't say shit. Nothing at all.

“Ugh. I'd end up pregnant after a week if we dated.” I responded. “If you got me pregnant you'd be a dead beat dad.”

Bill told me he 'wouldn't' and he'd marry me in Vegas.

I grabbed his arm. “Can I dress up like Elvis?”

We then went off about how I was going to be pregnant Elvis in a tux and Bill would be Cher in a white dress. It gave us a good laugh.

BUNZ DID NOTHING.

Bunz tells it like the night ended there. It didn't. At all. We went to another bar and yes I was walking with Bill smoking. We went to another bar with pool tables. These guys love pool. It was packed. Though I was nervous about having 'made out' with Bill earlier I didn't feel at all awkward. Like we never had awkward conversations and we kept talking about the Vegas wedding. Suddenly I was a pregnant nun and Bill was a priest and how would they deal with that.

I don't want to make Bunz sound too much like a wimp but he didn't do shit. I mean come the fuck on. Say something and stop that shit.

While they played Bill was content with sticking with me. I kept his body distant and yes he tried to kiss me out while smoking. I told him we're not doing that again. He kept saying he was going to change. I kept saying I wasn't going to date him.

Bill brought something up while we sat at the bar not far from where Bunz and the boys played. I was sitting on the stool making sure to cross my legs. I get drunk and I give a show. I forget that I have skirts on. Yeah.

One thing I remember is that every few minutes I'd have to re-cross my legs because during talking to Bill I kept crossing my legs into him. Something I told Bunz was a good sign between a girl and a guy. Bunz didn't seem to pick up on it. EVER.

Bill brought up high-school and said he wished we'd gone to the same high-school. I told him that from what I heard he had a good experience just fine without me. Bill then said it again. “What would it have been like if we went to high-school.” Mind you Bill was staring me up and down the whole time.

I recall leaning back against the chair, uncrossing my legs back away from Bill and sipping my straw looking at Bunz and the boys. I sighed and said “I don't think we would have hung out with these guys.”

Bill looked over at the 'crew' and laughed. We both laughed. That was dick-headed and makes me feel bad to think about it. I think he told me how he always heard I was the 'girl next door'.I was never that. “I was the whore down the street Bill,” I retorted. I was never the girl next door. “I wasn't a cheerleader.” I looked at him to make the point. I wasn't that girl. “I was homecoming queen,” I said smiling with pride. Sipping my drink. I was.

Me and Bill went out for another smoke. I stopped another kiss. I denied a 'shotgun'. Bill insisted I answer his question about high-school. “What would you have done if we went to high-school together?”

I sighed and just gave him what he wanted to here. “We would have had sex Bill. Your right. All the time. Everyday.” I told him annoyed. It was true though. I would have. “I wouldn't have dated Bunz and he'd probably be crying as we fucked on some couch at a party. I've heard about you.” I laughed. We talked about all the places people fucked in his hometown and I told him we would have hit them ALL. The 50 yard line. The rocks. The dunes or whatever. The Path. All of it.

The conversation went from a Vegas wedding to a 'what if' scenario. I was a pregnant diner waitress at 18 and Bill worked in some mill. We made jokes back and forth for the rest of the night. Bunz heard a lot of them. Said and did nothing.

It finally came time to play pool against Bill. I played Bunz once but he didn't like the way I play. Nor did the others. I'm a girl so I just took whatever shot I wanted. I took two sometimes. Bill didn't give a shit. I think I may have dipped low ONCE to show cleavage to Bill playfully but that was it. Bunz wasn't even paying attention. Once again left me with Bill both of us drunk.

I thought I was going to win. I didn't. I put my panties up as the prize and he was going to pay the entire tab. I lost. Somehow with only one ball left. I walked into the bathroom. Slipped my turquoise panties off and came out and handed them to Bill under the table. He didn't sniff them (not there at least) he just put them in his pocket. More like a transaction to me than sexual.

What got me then was how wet I was. I was dripping with excitement from my talk with Bill. I couldn't sit down and refused. No panties. My shit was rolling down my thighs. The idea that I was panty-less and Bill had my panties was nuts.

We all went home and they all crashed n the couch. I went upstairs with Bunz and got on top of him. I had grabbed a pair of dirty panties from the hamper in the bathroom. I wasn't dumb. Neither was he. I got on Bunz and pulled out his cock. I was ready the fuck to GO. I slid my wet pussy (snatch? Can I say that?) onto that little dick (not little just fine) and rode him hard. I was moaning at one point. I kept fucking him even after he came getting two nice little orgasms out.

That was the innuendo night AND the panty bet. It was same night.

Another real thing that Bunz MAY have seen was the club night. In the story its written that Bunz took me and Bill to dinner. I got dressed up and then Bunz was called away. That never happened.

Bunz wasn't there that night. I don't think. He instead went to go to a party with friends. His loss.

Hillary, Melonie and I were going out to a club. Bill was fucking Hillary (this was still less than four months from meeting Bill). I didn't know Bill was coming out. I didn't dress for him. But oh boy I got fucking dressed up that night. My roommate/bestie gave me her turquoise (I love that color) top that had a ring in the center that showed middle side cleavage. My nips were poking out and I couldn't stop them. Even putting a bandaid on them was obvious. I had my little black skirt and peek-toe five inch black high heels (I NEVER got dressed up...right Bunz?)

Who cares what Hillary and Melonie were wearing right?

I recall sitting at the bar taking those shooter shots like water. Drunk as all hell. Hillary said Bill was coming. My heart did race then. I wanted Bill to see me dressed like this. I raced to the bathroom when Hillary and Melonie went to smoke. That is kinda weird since we all go piss together. I made sure my make-up and eye-liner were perfect and reapplied my glossy lipstick. I didn't expect to do anything I don't think. I just wanted to win.

Yes. We compete for mens affection. That night Bill was king. The moment he came we were ALL over him. Same black stupid collared shirt and black jeans and black sneakers but whatever. He was getting pulled by three different women. Let me stop and say when he saw me he did say “DAMN” which I smiled and said 'thank you'.

Pulled by three different women acting like bitches. I'd pull him for a smoke. Melonie would ask if he wanted to get a drink. Hillary was pissed. Sorry Hillary. We were eating that shit up. I was flirting hard and Hillary actually got madder at me.

Not to be too much of a bitch. I was winning the night. Bill's eyes were not leaving my mid-cleavage or my legs. Sorry. Not sorry.

Bunz claims he 'watched from afar'. Lets face it he'd probably have been kicked out. Did he see when Melonie sat on his right leg in her dress and I sat on Bill's left leg while he was on the red suede couch in the lounge area? Cause we did. It was kinda embarrassing to think about it now. If it were the wild we'd be scratching each others eyes out. I just remember laughing like a fucking ditz and trying to laugh louder than Melonie at Bill's jokes. Not sure why. Winning? I don't know.

Hillary was pissed off. She should have been. We were being horrible to her. This was her 'guy' at the time. Bill was having a blast. Hill got Bill (rhyming YAAY) outside on the deck and Melonie and me watched them fight. Then they made out. Then they came back in.

I don't think I thought about or texted Bunz ONCE that night. I was having fun. I wasn't jealous of Hillary. I was just playing. I don't know what to say.

Here is where Bunz say he saw me peck Bill in I think like chapter two it was written about.

The point of this tale was I went to the bathroom BY MYSELF again (we were kinda pissed at each other). When I came out there was a sea of people waiting. There was Bill against a wall. He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. Rather hard he pushed. Bill attempted to make out with me. I stopped him.

“Your so fucking HOT” He said. Dude had a drunken slur but his eyes were all over my body. I was taller then him in the heels. He kept trying to kiss up at me. I had to bend down to get at eye level. I should have left. I know. Should have stopped talking to him. I should have felt threatened. I didn't. I didn't feel much but excitement and that same naughtiness as he kept trying to kiss me. I didn't set out for it. I was young and dumb and CLEARLY a bit of a whore.

“I won't let you go without just one kiss.” Bill pleaded with me. He held up his finger. I reminded him we had already done this but he kept insisting. I pulled him in by his shirt and planted my lips on his in a long drawn out peck. “That's not a kiss,” he told me.

I looked around nervously. Not out of fear but checking for Hillary, Melonie and YES I looked for Bunz. He was not there by the door as he claimed. I looked back at Bill. Right in his eyes. “FIVE FUCKING SECONDS BILL. THAT'S ALL!”

Bill moved his head towards mine and I did that thing where your head move to the side to prepare for a kiss. His lips touched mine and his tongue came into my mouth. I tasted booze, cigs and a little of Hillary's lip gloss. Just like last time we were sucking face hard. If Bunz saw this he would have seen our tongues smashing and heads moving back and forth. Five seconds led to thirty and thirty to five minutes. He had me pinned against the wall, just as I fantasized about (not with Bill but with ANYONE). His hands reached up and under my skirt and I let them get around my little white ass cheeks. Right there in the bar. This was shit I didn't do EVER. With ANYONE. He could have kept going and we would have kept kissing if not for him strangely trying to finger my butthole. I think he tried to finger my pussy but he missed. I shot my eyes open and grabbed his hands. “Why do you always take it too far” I pushed him back. I was pissed. Just LET IT HAPPEN SLOWLY! I thought at the time. This fucking dude.

I had hooked up with Bill again. In a bar this time. No one we knew saw this. Did Bunz? He would have seen a LOT of tongue.

I was pissed but part of me was high on horniess and thinking I got one over on Hillary. Trust me you wouldn't like her. She is a bitch. I met her at the bar and smiled at her like I hadn't just made out with her boyfriend. I got shots. I got Bill a beer. Hillary got mad about that and told me to 'leave him alone'. I was just flirting I told her but suddenly felt REALLY bad. I did.

Hillary and me went to the dance-floor. HOLY SHIT! BILL WAS SUCKING FACE WITH MELONIE ON THE DANCE FLOOR!

That was it for Hillary and she stormed out. I followed her out and had a smoke with her as she paced. She was really heated. Calling Melonie a slut and a bitch. I felt shame myself. Like I was just some dumb fucking bimbo that didn't matter. She left in a cab and I went inside to get Melonie who was sitting on the couch sprawled over Bill looking passed out.

“I think she's sick!” He laughed.

“You're a fucking piece of work asshole.” I snarled at Bill. I brought Melonie to the bathroom. She puked. I brought her to a cab. Sent her off.

I was pissed and I should have left. I didn't. I never did. I was dumb and stupid and mean to Bunz and Hillary and even Melonie. I fucking could have punched Bill but for some reason I went back inside to find him. I think I wanted to know WHY he kept saying he 'wanted me so badly' but was kissing my friends. I was young and insecure remember.

I found him by the bar getting more drinks. “They fucking left dude.” I told him.

He made a joke about more drinks for us. “I don't want them here anyways.”

I'm an idiot. I am. I stayed. Took shots with Bill and then went outside with him to smoke. Both of us had two drinks. These red things that were strong. Bill said “you're the hottest” and said he wants to be with me. I told him that wasn't possible. This time I said I cared about Bunz and didn't want to hurt him. I told him he would have to chose between Hillary and Melonie but at this point neither would want to talk to him.

It was getting late and I told Bill ONE more drink. Still nothing from Bunz. Maybe he WAS there. I don't know. I went to get the round since the lady in the lounge area wasn't very quick. When I got back Bill was talking to some short little blonde thing. She was cute. Something came over me that you can't understand unless your a girl. First REAL time I was jealous of a girl around Bill.

I don't normally do shit like this. I'm the one who stops girls like this but I walked over and sat on Bill's lap, draping my legs over his towards the girl on the couch with him. “Here's your drink.” I reached out and said something like “OH MY GOD.” (que worst ditz voice). “My name is Morgan,” I said with this weird whiny fucking pitch. I have a fucking LOW voice. So much so people tell me to do sex phone lines and shit. Hear me when I smoked all day. It's raspy and sexy. This moment it was the highest pitch imaginable I swear. She introduced herself but I didn't care.

Bill's hand was on my leg rubbing it.

I looked at him. He looked at me. BAM! We smashed heads together and started a tongue fight right on the couch next to the girl. There was no 'third times the charm' like Bunz tells it. From sitting in his lap to kissing was about a minute. Sloppy tongue slapping face sucking. Five seconds my ass. We kissed and kissed for about a half hour. Bill went too far and slipped his hand into my blouse right in the 'boob window'. His fingers touched my nipples which were erect all night. I pulled back and pushed him down. “You always do too much”.

I stood up and paid the tab. It was time to go. Bill and me walked down the street. I should have gotten a cab and I didn't. “We should go back to your place!” Bill told me.

“That's like an hour drive Bill.” I informed him sucking on my smoke and handing it to him.

“What about your old place?” Bill asked. He was talking about my old apartment in the city. I now lived north of the city.

I stopped and crossed my arms. “There are four girls there. Two of them fucking HATE you right now.”

“We can just crash in my car”. He added.

I again stated. “I'm NOT FUCKING YOU IN THAT CAR!” I shouted it. I think I came down to Earth realizing I was once again walking around looking for a place were Bill and I would have sex. “I'm not fucking you.”

“Why not?” He came close to me and put his arms around me.

I was drunk and getting pissed. “I told you all the reasons. I date your friend Bill.”

He made a comment about it not being serious. I told him it was PRETTY FUCKING SERIOUS and if Bunz found out he'd be pissed.

Bill wanted SOMETHING. I told him I wasn't FUCKING HIM, SUCKING HIM OFF or nothing.

“Can I at least feel those AMAZING tits.” Bill asked.

That kinda stopped me in my tracks. I have stated I got a problem with my tits. I always wanted a boob job. Insecurity over here. “They're not amazing.” I suddenly said looking down at my other 'girls'. My perky tits were firm and the nips were beaming out under the blue material. Plenty of side cleavage maybe a little too much on the left since Bill went in there.

“They're fucking SPECTACULAR!” Bill stated staring.

Dumb young me smiled and blushed. “Really.” I jumped up and down and they bounced you could hear my heels click when I jumped. I was horny. I'm always horny. I wasn't going to FUCK Bill. Would a little 'second base' be that bad. I think back and YES it was. Teen me didn't give a shit. “Five seconds!” I said moving towards him. Like I still had to bend down a bit in the heels. It was annoying but we started making out on the sidewalk as people walked by from bars. I thought about how dumb and young I must look (I say dumb a lot but I have no other word to make it accurate). Bill's right hand slid up my blouse and then dipped into the open 'boob window'. This time I let him. With us five seconds was never five seconds. I let him tweak and fondle my left nipple and cup my small tit in his hand as we sucked face. Bill NEVER could stop himself. He pulled my left tit out into the open air right through the boob window. His face sank down and his lips clamped on my tit. His tongue slapped my nipple. I must have had this look of shock as Bill sucked on my left tit right there on the sidewalk. Mother fuckers walked by hooting and hollering. Some old fuck was walking his dog. I just let it happen until his hand slid up my skirt. TOO FAR.

“Dude” I slapped his head. I pulled away with my tit bouncing. “You always go to far.” I turned away and walked away. I was fuming again. Bill stopped me. I turned to yell at him and go into him for all the times he kept pushing and pushing. “Let it happen naturally.” I told him. He kept saying “Morgan” over and over. Finally I asked what he wanted. He pointed down and I shit you not my tit was still out. Musta been out for a few minutes. I pushed that shit back in. This made us both fucking laugh.

We started walking to his car. He wanted to take me to his house. I said no. He wanted to go to Bunz's parents house. I said HELL NO. We got to Bill's car and I made him drive me to my old apartment. 'no funny stuff' was my motto for the rest of the night. It took about twenty minutes to get there. We still had no awkward pauses as we talked about sports. Yeah I know fucking sports. I made sure he didn't drive down the dead end street to the apartment. The large glass windows were always open. We had no drapes. Anyone could see down into the street. I didn't want Hillary seeing Bill drop me off.

Bill stopped the car. I said goodbye. I don't know why again but my mouth moved to his. He was moving his towards mine. We did a quick peck. Then I left and prepared for the incoming of insults or 'bitches' and 'sluts' and the like. It was going to be a long night and it was. Who cares you don't want to hear about that.

Thinking back now high as a kite I think the WORST thing I did was at the end. Out of all the cheating I did that night and up until then that last little peck kiss was by FAR the worst thing to do to Bunz. Both of us did that last kiss automatically. You know what that kiss was...a goodbye kiss. Who kisses goodbye like that....a couple.

Also....I realize something. Bill hooked up with all three of us dumb little sluts in one night. Good on ya Bill.

Spoiler alert: Bill fucked all three of us eventually. I mean not together but separately.

Sorry Bunz....not sorry....but...kinda sorry?