Euphoria and Regret Part 3 [M20/F20]

Links to [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dtmkl/euphoria_and_regret_part_1_m20_f20/) and [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dtoxm/euphoria_and_regret_part_2_m20f20/). This story I know is long, but hopefully you enjoy it. Concluded in part 4.

The ice storm raged around me as I began the long walk to my apartment. I shoved my hands deep into the pockets of my coat, trying to simultaneously analyze what had just taken place and forget it ever happened. My right hand felt my phone in my pants pocket as I cowered against the wind. The text message. The thing that had saved me from cheating on the kindest, most trusting person I had ever met. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. My fingers already felt half frozen, and my hands were shaking from the cold, but I could not wait to see who it was. I unlocked the screen and clicked on the message bubble icon.

“Looks like you were right. I guess I should have gone with you to the party. I’m tired and headed to bed now though. See you tomorrow…if you can navigate through all of the snow that is ;)”

Katie’s words somehow made the pit in my stomach bottom out. I had not technically done anything wrong, so why did I feel so shitty? Even then I knew the answer to that question: it was because I had wanted to. I wanted to grab Rebecca and push myself inside of her. I wanted to stick my dick down her throat and then fuck her hard. I wanted to do things with her that Katie was not ready for. My head dropped as I trudged through the snow drift that blocked the entrance to my apartment building.

The heat that I felt as I walked through the door made my face and hands sting as if they were pricked by hundreds of tiny needles. I shed my coat, took off my pants and shirt and climbed under the covers in my bed. I closed my eyes hoping for a dreamless night of sleep. After what seemed like hours, I finally drifted off, receiving a sweet respite from present events.

Waking up the next morning was not pleasant. My problems were still present and I had a hangover to boot. I looked at my phone and saw three new messages. The first was from my mom, asking me if we had gotten the storm that she saw on the news. The second was a message from Katie asking if I wanted to meet her for breakfast in the commons. I checked the time. She had only sent the message about fifteen minutes ago. I quickly sent her back a message telling her that I would meet her there in twenty minutes. I brushed my teeth, hoping to rid my mouth of the stale taste of Jack Daniels, and then hopped in the shower. The warm water rushed off my back as I stood there, hoping that this would somehow aid me in describing what happened at the party to Katie. I didn’t want to lie to her, but I was also aware of what telling her the full truth meant. I realized that I had probably been standing in the shower a bit too long, and grudgingly turned off the water. I got dressed and headed out the door, grabbing my keys, phone, and wallet on my way out. Not wanting to risk driving on the icy streets, I began the walk to the cafeteria. The freezing rain that came with the storm had encased all of the plants, signs, and basically everything in a sheet of ice. It was beautiful. I took some pictures on my phone and sent them to my parents, as both of them were from the south and had never seen the aftermath of a storm like this. It was when I was sending the pictures that I noticed I still had an unread text message.It was from a number I did not recognize, but I opened it anyways.

“Hey Mark. This is Rebecca. I am so sorry about last night. What I did was really uncharacteristic of me, and I feel horrible about the way things went. I think that I was drunker than I should have been, and obviously I made some poor decisions. I know that if anything had happened, we would both regret it and feel horrible. Or I guess horribler if that is possible. Anyways, I really did have fun talking to you last night and if you want to hang out as friends I would be ok with that.”

That feeling in my gut was back. I knew that I should ignore the message and go about my day/life and that would be it. Nothing would be complicated, and I could be happy with Katie. I pocketed my phone, not wanting to deal with anything right now. I entered the cafeteria, and spot Katie waiting for me.

“Hey, sorry I’m late” I say as I peck her on the cheek.

“No problem. I’m starving though. Let’s see what they have for us today.”

We swipe our cards and I enter the line for the basic breakfast while Katie goes over to the omelette bar. I grab biscuits and gravy, some scrambled eggs, chopped fruit, and a glass of water and take a seat. This was my traditional hangover breakfast, and Katie knew it. I headed to an open table, but not before Katie saw my tray and smiled as she shook her head. I had never seen Katie get drunk before, and I knew that she didn’t completely approve of me getting hammered either, but she never said anything. Since I had started dating Katie though, I had begun to drink less often and in smaller amounts. My drunken escapades had been reduced exponentially. “She’s beginning to domesticate me already,” I think to myself. I am not sure if it was this thought specifically, or if it was the sight of her walking to the table with an egg white and spinach omelette, but I suddenly felt the need to text Rebecca back. I took my phone out and quickly typed: “Yeah last night was weird haha. I’m down to hang out as friends, as long as there is no whiskey involved.”

I hit send just as Katie sat down at the table. “Anything important?” She asked nonchalantly.

“No. Just my mom asking about the storm.” Fuck. I was already lying to her. There was no reason to really, but I felt guilty.

“So I take it you had fun last night with Leah and them?” She said, gesturing to the plate of food I had in front of me.

“Yeah, maybe a bit too much fun” I snicker.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I ignore it, but I know that it is Rebecca. Katie and I finish breakfast, and I invite her to come back to my place because I know that her roommate is in her room.

“No, I have a paper I need to finish by tomorrow. Just because there is an ice storm doesn’t mean that all of my midterms are cancelled.”

“Work on it at my place,” I plead. “I’m leaving for spring break on Friday afternoon, and I want to hang out with you before I go.”

“We can have dinner tonight,” she counters. “But I really need to do some work. If we don’t hang out before you go, we will when we get back. It’s only a week.”

“Alright,” I concede. I understood where she was coming from, but as she walked away towards her dorm room, I felt a pang of resentment. I knew that she liked me, but I felt like I was putting in all of the effort for us to spend time together, and she was avoiding spending time with me. I knew I was not thinking rationally, and that school was more important than everything else, yet just once I wanted Katie to choose me over her twelfth hour of studying. I shook my head, equally frustrated with her and myself. I absent mindedly took out my phone, and checked the message I had gotten during breakfast.

“I’m free all day today with classes being cancelled” was the response I got from Rebecca.

“Mind if I come over now?” I typed, but hesitated to send it. I thought about the consequences that could come from this small text message. “Fuck it” I say out loud to no one in particular, and the message was sent. I started walking towards Rebecca’s apartment building at a slow pace, making sure to give her time to read the message and decide if she wanted me to come over. Less than a minute after I sent the message, my phone vibrated again.

“Not at all. Let me know when you are here and I will buzz you in.”

My heart is beating like a drum in my chest now as I did not know what would happen when I got there. Rebecca and I were both sober, so there could be no cop outs, and I had no idea what she was thinking. I get outside her apartment building and text Rebecca that I am there. She lets me in the building, I go up to her apartment and knock on the door. She answers the door wearing a pair of black yoga pants, and a dark blue school sweatshirt. I was both relieved and disappointed that she did not answer the door in the lingerie that she had worn the night before. “What the fuck?” I thought to myself. “How fucked up are you that you want her to answer the door in her underwear. This isn’t a porno.”

“…It’s up to you” I hear Rebecca finish. Shit. I was so busy picturing her naked that I had no idea what she had just said.

“I’m sorry.” I tell her. “I was caught up in thought. What were you saying?”

“Oh it’s fine.” She says. “I was saying that we could watch TV or a movie, or we could play cards or something like that. It’s totally up to you.”

“Let’s watch TV. I mean who doesn’t want to know who the father is?” I joke.

She laughed and turned on the television, sitting on the futon in almost the exact same place that she had climbed on top of me the night before. I make sure to sit on the opposite end of the couch, just to make it clear that there were boundaries. If she noticed, she did not let on that she did. We began to talk about the bad daytime show that was on, but there was definitely tension between us. Finally, I couldn’t take the awkward small talk any more. I figured it was best to clear the air.

“About last night… we were both drunk, and weren’t really thinking straight.” I start.

“Right!” Rebecca said with gusto. “I would never hit on any guy like that normally, let alone a guy with a girlfriend.”

“How would you normally hit on a guy?” I ask. I try and justify it to myself that we are having an innocent conversation, but I know that I am playing with fire.

Rebecca thinks for a moment, and then inches closer to me on the futon. “I usually laugh at what they have to say, even if it isn’t funny” she says thoughtfully. “And if that isn’t enough, I touch their arm like this.” She reached over and brushed my bicep as she giggled seductively.

Her behavior makes me smile, and I notice the small dimples in her cheeks as she laughs. “That has to have like a 95% success rate” I quip.

“It has been known to work,” she states with a smirk. “How about you? What’s your go to move?”

“I usually make an ill timed joke that doesn’t land, causing me to walk back in shame, and then one of the girls less attractive friends takes pity on me.”

I tell her this as she is taking a drink of her Diet Coke, causing her to laugh and spit some of it out. “You made me spill my Coke!” She shouts as she is still trying to compose herself. “And you got it on my jacket!”

“Sorry.” I say. “But just put on a new jacket. It’s not the end of the world.”

“Well that’s the problem isn’t it?” she tells me. “I’m not wearing anything underneath this sweatshirt.”

I immediately feel my dick harden at the thought. “Well I mean, I have already seen most of it, so it really isn’t that big of a deal,” I tell her, half joking. I completely expected her to go to her bathroom or bedroom and change there.

Rebecca cocked her head. “I suppose that is true” she said and she pulled her sweatshirt over her head. It was as if it were happening in slow motion. I saw her studded belly button come into view, then the bottom of her ribcage, the pale underside of her breasts, and then they fell out of her shirt. First came the left, then the right. I focused on her light pink nipples that were perfectly proportioned to her boobs. I saw a freckle on her left breast that was slightly above and to the right of her nipple. I could not take my eyes off of this topless woman who was standing in front of me. Her tits bounced slightly once and then stayed in place as she finished taking off the sweatshirt. In a feigned attempt at modesty, she used her arm to cover her tits as she grabbed another sweatshirt to put on. Rebecca put her arms in her clean white sweatshirt and zipped it up, hiding her breasts from sight, but nothing could purge that sight from my memory. She looked at me, knowing exactly what she had done. She glanced down at my pants, noticing the bulge that was fairly prevalent. “You can fix yourself if you need to.”

I moved my dick to my waistband while she pretended not to watch. We spent the rest of the afternoon on her futon watching the TV, but both thinking about what we wanted to happen, and why it couldn’t. Soon it was time for me to meet Katie for dinner. I told Rebecca that, and we said goodbye to each other. Dinner with Katie was uneventful, as was the next day. I texted Katie before my flight left, and she told me to stay safe. I slept most of the flight home, and when I got there I turned my phone back on. I was greeted by text messages from my mother and Rebecca, with a noticeable absence from Katie.

My parents picked me up at the airport accompanied by my three out of four of my sisters. My oldest sister had a different spring break than the rest of us, so she was still at college. We stopped for food at a small diner on the way home. It was not crowded, and were seated immediately by the hostess. She was in her mid to late forties, had her slightly greying hair pulled back into a neat bun, had a bit too much makeup on, and a thick southern accent. She quickly took our order and left, leaving me with my family. I pulled out my phone, checking the messages. I saw the one from Rebecca and opened it. I was greeted with a picture of the upper half of her body and face with the caption “Have a great Spring Break with your parents!”

Surprised by the picture, I hastily minimized the messages, but not before my littlest sister caught a peek of my screen.

“Ooooh. Is that you girlfriend?” She asked.

“Yeah” I lied. The last thing that I needed was my family giving me a lecture about the sanctity of relationships.

“Can we have one meal without someone pulling out their damn phone?” My mom asked.

She was almost a luddite and tried to instil those values in her children to varying degrees of success. These outbursts were far from uncommon, but it shifted the focus of conversation from my romantic situation which was ideal. We finished our meal and drove the rest of the way home, finally walking into the house at midnight. Everyone went to their respective rooms, to go to bed. I brushed my teeth, stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed. I had my phone with me and open up my messages. Rebecca’s face greeted me as I opened up her conversation. I looked at the clock. 12:27. That meant that it was nearly 2:30 where Rebecca was, minimizing the chance of a response tonight. I figured I would text her anyways, and maybe get a reply tomorrow.

“Finally at home and in bed” is what I decide to go with. I pressed send, and watched as my phone told me that it was delivered. Instantly I feel remorse for texting Rebecca before I texted KAtie. I queued up a message for Katie.

“Sorry it took so long to text you. I got in safe and am now lying in bed. Talk to you tomorrow.”

I turned off my screen, connected the phone to my charger, placed it on my nightstand, and closed my eyes. Sleep began to claim me when I was jolted awake by the vibrating of my phone. I groggily open my eyes and grab my phone. It was nearly one am, and I was exhausted from traveling all day. I unlock my phone and see that it is a message from Rebecca. My eyes open fully and my heart skips a beat.

“Wow. Long day. Glad you got in safe.”

“Yeah it was long. You’re up late.” I reply.

“I have been in and out all night. I tried to go to bed when I got home, but I’m super awake for some reason.” She explained. Rebecca, I knew, lived only about three hours away from campus, so she had been able to leave after dinner, and still make it home at a reasonable hour.

All of the sudden I was as well. I felt like I had just slept 8 hours and was completely rested. “Me too.” I say. “I should be dead tired, but I’m wide awake.”

“We can keep each other company until one of us falls asleep.” She suggested.

“Sounds good.” I say. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Hmmm. How about the questions game?”

I stared at the screen, not responding. I knew that the questions game had a tendency to get sexual very quickly, but I also knew that I was two time zones away and that she was likely to fall asleep soon. Plus, I justified to myself, even if the conversation did get sexual, talking about sex wasn’t cheating. “Ok. You go first.” I finally relented.

Our game began innocently enough, trading questions about our childhoods, pets, and first dates, but then she surprised me with a question that had not even crossed my mind. “Have you ever sent a dick pic?”

“No.” I responded. “I always thought sexting was kind of weird in general, but especially sending dick pics.”

I waited a while for her response, thinking eventually that she fell asleep. Just as I close my eyes, however, I felt my phone vibrate on my chest. “If I were next to you right now, I would nestle in next you you and start rubbing your chest very lightly. Then I would start to kiss you and press my boobs into you as I feel your dick start to get hard. See it isn’t that weird. And just imagine if there was a picture attached. Then you probably wouldn’t think it was weird at all.”

I was taken aback by her text. I read it and reread it, getting harder and harder the entire time. “I can see where you are coming from” I reply meekly. Shit. I had no idea what to say to that. I wanted nothing more than to engage in this conversation with her, but I felt horrible doing it. My phone buzzed again, and with my heart pounding, I opened the message. It was a picture of Rebecca in a tank top and visibly no bra. I could make out the outline of her erect nipples through her shirt, although she had her blankets pulled over her waist, so I could not see what she had on below. She had a flirtatious pout on her face which made sense when I read her subtitle: “That’s all I get?”

I felt my dick engorge completely as I continued to look at the picture. “What do you want?” I ask. It was a pointless question because I already knew the answer, but it would buy me some time to figure out what I was to do. “Tell me what would happen next.” Was her rapid reply.

I contemplated what to do and decided that I could play the game, and no matter what, I would not have cheated. It was just some harmless fun afterall. “Fine” I say. “But no dick pics. I would reach over and grab your tits, pinching your nipples. I would peel off your tank top, start licking your nipples and put my hand under your pants and grab your ass.”

I waited for her response, thinking about the fictional situation that we were proposing. I slipped my dick out of my boxers and began to stroke it slowly. I hear my phone go off again and waste no time opening it. “This ass?” She replies with a picture of her bent over, her tanktop and a thong the only clothing she is wearing. Her white ass is perfect, and she is positioned perfectly so it looks like I could slip inside of her at that moment. “I slide my hand down your pants and start rubbing your dick as you grab my ass. I kiss you and then disappear below your sheets. All of the sudden you feel my lips around your cock and my tongue teasing your head. I go slowly at first but then I take your cock all the way in my mouth, choking on it a little bit.” She continued the story.

My hand began to move faster on my cock, becoming even more aroused at the situation. It began to throb as I imagined Rebecca bent over just as she was in the picture she sent and me thrusting inside of her. “I would revel in the blow job you give me, but eventually I would not be able to take it any more. I pull you up to me, rip off your thong, and climb on top of you. I push between your legs and place my cock at your entrance, waiting for you to beg for it.”

I closed my eyes, continuing to place myself in the fantasy we were creating. As soon as I hear my phone vibrate, I read the message that was sent. It was another picture. Rebecca was naked with her fingers in her pussy. She was completely shaved, and I could see the lips of her pussy sticking out over her fingers. “I pull you into me moaning as you enter me. I take your full length into me, making me as wet as I am right now. You flip me over and take me from behind, grabbing my shoulders to thrust harder. I cum on your dick as you keep pounding away.”

I stared at that last picture, stroking my dick furiously, knowing that I was close to finishing. Hot cum erupted from the tip of my cock, covering my stomach. As I wound down I texted Rebecca, “Holy shit. I just came.” For some reason, I decided to take a picture of my still inflated dick and the cum covered stomach. I selected the picture and sent it to Rebecca. The next few minutes were some of the longest of my life, instantly regretting sending the picture. My phone went off, sending my heart racing. I opened up the message. I was greeted with a picture of Rebecca sucking the fingers that were in her cunt in the previous shot. “I’m glad you finished too. I think I wore myself out, so I’m tired now. Good night.”

I stared at my phone for a few seconds, thinking about what I had just done. I stood up and walked to the bathroom to clean myself off, and then climbed in bed and fell asleep.

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