Does she cheat?

Morgan sighed, "her we go again", she thought as she watched two men push he boyfriend. Naturally, her boyfriend's buddy Bill had gotten them in trouble. Bill was always too loud, and too obnoxious, and tonight he had hit on one of these guys girlfriends as the bar closed. She watched as her boyfriend began to push back, acting with whatever bravado he could muster. It's not that he was a pussy, but he wasn't nearly as big as these guys, or Bill for that matter. Recently, Bill had lost a lot of weight, and spent an inordinate amount of time in the gym. Secretly, Morgan had thought her boyfriend was jealous of his formerly pudgy friend. This "new" Bill seemed to get attention from a lot of ladies, despite the fact he mostly went home with fat girls. In fact, he had made out with several of Morgan's friends. Little had they all known, Bill had spent years hitting on Morgan as well when he was drunk. She had told her boyfriend it was harmless, but again, he felt jealous and somewhat competitive against Bill.

Tonight she needed to intervene again, this time, without thinking, she grabbed Bill and pulled him away by the arm. He was smiling and laughing at the guys he had insulted, as Morgan's boyfriend all but came to blows with these drunks. She pulled Bill's large arms toward the alley and away from the fray. "Calm down," she told him, and turned to look for her boyfriend, that is when she felt Bill pull her close to him, his hands on her waist. As per usual, the drunk Bill tried to kiss her, but she turned her face and gruffed. "CUT IT OUT!" She had constantly been battling Bill's advances. There was honestly a part of her that noticed how Bill had changed physically, as if her friends didn't talk about it all the time, but she hated him, and he was her boyfriend's friend after all. Luckily, the rest of their group of friends came around the corner. Her boyfriend was shouting and hollering back at the guys who had pushed him. She told them all to calm down, and was able to bring the four guys back to the car.

She had only had a few drinks, and was able to drive the other boys home. Bill, however, lived outside of the city, as he was a high-school friend of her boyfriend, so he'd be crashing on the couch of her boyfriend's apartment. When they got back to the apartment, Morgan changed into her maroon gym shorts. They were rather short, and showed off her long toned legs, her best feature, or so she was told. Though her boyfriend said it was her cute face with her short hair.

Her boyfriend stood in the kitchen, drinking a beer, clearly drunk himself. Morgan joined him and chugged several drinks of vodka tonic. The girl needed a few strong drinks. I deserve them, she thought to herself. They again fought about the drunk elephant in the other room. "He needs to stop getting so drunk," Morgan told her boyfriend. He just shrugged telling her that Bill is who he is, a drunk asshole.

Walking away, she shook her head, and went into the den, where a passed out Bill was on the couch. Being ever the nice motherly host, she grabbed a blanket and put it over Bill. Without warning, Bill's hand went up the inside of her thigh. It was so fast, she had no time to stop the wandering limb as his finger pushed her shorts against her womanhood. Her hand had stopped the advance just in time, but he pressed his thumb against her shorts, right above her panty-covered womanhood pushing her panties against her lips. His index finger pressed hard against the top of her pussy, right against the bulb of her clit. The shock of this intrusion caused Morgan to take in a shallow breath. An almost electric jolt exploded around her pussy and up her back to her face. The momentary surprise sexual attack cause her to loosen her grip, allowing Bill an ability to slowly manipulate her with his fingers. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like forever, the drunk seemed to find her "spot" almost instantly. Her hand pulled his own down, and Bill just rubbed her soft legs. Morgan looked around and to the kitchen to see her boyfriend wasn't looking. She checked the door of their other roommate, the asian girl, but she wasn't home. She never was, luckily for Morgan.

A dreary eyed Bill laughed, "you're so hot Morgan!" He slurred his words, continuing to rub her right leg with his hands. Morgan told him to shut the fuck up, and stop, but Bill didn't stop. "You didn't mind earlier when you showed me your scar." At that moment, Morgan regretted pulling up her pants leg earlier to show Bill the scar on her leg. It was a small scar on her knee from an infection, but she had told everyone about it, and asked Bill specifically while they were all drinking if he wanted to see it. Not only that, but she had grabbed his hands and rubbed the area, so he could get a closer look. She knew she was kind of teasing him. Now she was paying for it.

"Go to bed," She pushed his hand down, and walked away, and up the stairs. The young girl basically ran upstairs to her boyfriend's room. The third roommate's door was closed, the guy her boyfriend went to college with. He was away for the weekend. Again, lucky for her. A few minutes later, her boyfriend came up, drunker than before. He mashed his mouth of hers. The taste of cigarettes on his breath. Normally, she rebuff his advances at this level of drunkeness, but she allowed him to pull her shorts down. Her boyfriend began to rub her panties above her pussy, no where near the precision of his friend Bill. Just a drunk mash of fingers and rubbing that was quite painful.

"You're really wet babe!" He smiled, and pulled her panties down. Morgan laid back on the bed, and her boyfriend pushed between her legs. Her boyfriend fumbled with a condom. He began to hump her hard and fast, his cock semi-erect. It felt good to Morgan, but she was never able to cum this way. It's not that her boyfriend was small....ok....he was....but it was more his technique of just pushing and pushing. She allowed him to enjoy it tonight, and wrapped her long legs around his ass, as she felt him grow near his orgasm. When he began to grunt, she rubbed his balls, it was always a great feeling for him. She could barely feel his cock jut and jerk inside her. He must have been half hard the whole time. "Did you cum!" He muttered and rolled off her, throwing the condom on the floor. Morgan kissed him and told him it was nice. She didn't really answer the question. If he did notice this fact, he made no effort to ask again, and was snoring soon after. Morgan was left with a dilemma. For one, she was extremely horny. Sex had not scratched that itch. Second, she had to pee. Either way, she was going to have to go back downstairs and through the den to get to the only bathroom in the apartment. That meant going past Bill.

She thought long and hard about waking her boyfriend up and telling him what had happened. Why had she not told him right away. She had been teasing Bill recently, even flirting back with him. She wasn't sure why, whether it was the change in his appearance, or the way her friends were swooning for Bill. Even Kara, one of her hotter friends was interested. Despite never showing him the time of day, the catty-nature of women had recently taken hold. Don't let women lie, all girls love attention. There was something about Bill centering his attention on her above her friends that gave her a sense of pride, even if she didn't admit it. Like she was winning a game against her friends. And Bill was not like her boyfriend. Sure he was a drunk, but he had this confidence about him. He was more of a "take" what he wanted kind of guy, making out with her friends right there at bars in public. He wasn't such a...what was the word....wimp. Uggggh....Morgan cringed, sitting up in bed. What was she thinking about.

With a deep breath, she stood up, looking down at her boyfriend. She HAD to pee....there was no denying that at least.

Minutes later.