The Price of a Warm Bed

"Lord, it's cold today," John said as we walked into our apartment. He immediately went to thermostat.

"Then hurry up and turn on the heat!" I said as I rubbed my hands together.

"I'm trying. It's not turning on."

"What do you meant it's not turning on?!"

"It won't turn on! Let me call maintenance." He pulled out his phone. "Fuck! He's on vacation! He won't be back till Monday."

"Then what are we supposed to do? Today's Saturday!"

"Well, we still have our space heaters from when this happened before."

"Space heaters? Oh fuck! Mine's in storage!"

" Yeah, I never got around to doing that. Mine's been sitting in the corner of my room this whole time. I kinda forgot about it."

"That thing can't heat up the whole apartment, though. What am I going to do?"

"Good question. After all, you can't sleep in my bed anymore. See you in the morning." With that, he went in his room and shut the door.

"Asshole!" He was right, though. Once things got serious with Brad, John lost the benefits of being friends with benefits. I sighed and went in my room. It was freezing in there, too, and getting under the covers wasn't helping. As I lay there trying to warm up, my mind wandered to the memories of things with John before.

We had been friends for awhile before I moved in with him. His old roommate was unreliable and had to be kicked out. I was still living with my parents and took the opportunity to move out. And things were normal at first. But then, I got wasted one night and John took me home. I get really, REALLY horny when I drink. And while John had driven me home before, this was the first time he was still around afterwards. My memory is fuzzy but I know I slipped into his bed to thank him with a blowjob. I had no idea he had such a big, black cock. I woke up the next morning naked in his bed with a creampie and vague memories of how it got there. Then, I saw his morning wood and ended up riding him to another creampie.

The next time I got drunk, he decided to be bold and put that big, black cock in my virgin asshole. I woke up with a sore ass full of cum. This time I got mad at him but he told me that drunk me loved it. And I did have a vague memory of saying "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my ass!" That's when I realized that drunk me was a total sub. Being Latina, I had called guys Papi before. They kinda expect it even though I can't actually speak Spanish. But Daddy? That was new.

After that, we started fucking on a semi-regular basis. If I was sober, I'd usually initiate things and would at least start on top. And never anal. If I was drunk, it would be rough and anal. And John never pulled out. He claimed he wasn't good at it but never tried.

Then, I met Brad randomly at a coffee shop. When we first started dating, I was still fucking John. But then, things got serious and I fucked Brad for the first time. I noticed an immediate difference. John was bigger. Probably the limit of what my pussy could handle. And Brad was vanilla. Drunk me wanted him to dominate me and that didn't happen. It wasn't that he wasn't good in bed. John was just better even if he took advantage of my ass while I was drunk.

So, I cut John off. I even stopped drinking with our friends because I knew exactly where that would lead. John wasn't happy about that but he got over it even though he's never liked Brad.

I lay there freezing my nips off knowing where the only source of heat was. If I went to John, he'd fuck me. Even if he didn't demand sex straight up, he knows ALL of my buttons. It would be like taking a recovering alcoholic to a beer factory. And I honestly didn't know if I could let this be a one-time thing. If I opened that door again, it might stay open.

However, if I froze to ****, I couldn't see Brad anymore anyway.