[FM] Morning after mistake

This was nearly a year ago, and a small piece of me still feels bad for how I handled the aftermath of my destructive ways.

My boyfriend Aaron and I had attempted a wedding the night before, and both of us were pretty smashed by the time our Uber arrived and ushered us back home.

The plan was to rush to his bedroom, have sloppy, drunken sex, and crash out naked the instance one of us came. But, being as messed up as we both were, only half of our clothes were removed before both of us passed out face first on the bed.

Now, I don’t know about you, but I sleep like shit when I am drunk, so, at around 9am, I stumbled out of bed in last nights clothes, a sequined formal gown, pulled the straps back over my shoulders, and rushed into the kitchen for any type of liquid that could quench this insatiable thirst in my throat.

That is where I ran into, Anthony, Aaron’s Italian roommate of two-years. I’d only met Tony a couple of times, and didn’t think much of him, until seeing him standing at the sink, his shirtless body chiseled like some sort of tanned renaissance sculpture.

This is another problem I have when I am sick or hungover; I become extremely horny, for reasons I cannot fathom, and seeing Tony in a pair of loose fitting boxers, was nearly too much for me to resist.

Tony and I exchanged pleasantries, and a few seductive looks at one another, before he wished me a goodnight, though it was morning, and informed me that he was going back to bed. I wasn’t positive, but in my sex-craved mind, I swore he was inviting me to join him.

I stood debating. At the kitchen sink for a few minutes. Aaron was dead to the world, and if I knew him, he wouldn’t stumble out of bed before noon; giving me ample time to live out this porn-like fantasy rushing through my mind.

I snuck down the hall, standing briefly between Aaron’s room, and Tony’s, fighting this urge to do something bad.

Of course, that bad side won out, and I creaked open Tony’s door, only to see him laying on his side, elbow propped up on the pillow, smiling at me.

“Come on in,” he smiled.

I was transfixed in some out of body euphoria, drawn to his bed like I didn’t have a choice in the matter.

Tony wasted no time once I slid beneath the covers, pulling my dress down my body until our skin fused together with the irresistible heat of passion.

We did not kiss. We did not speak. We did not acknowledge what we were doing.

Tony was rough in a sexy, irresponsible sort of way. He laid next to me, pulling my leg over his body, pawing at my bare pussy with his meaty fingers, spreading my hole as he snaked his average cock through the hole in front of his boxers.

There was no gentleness. Tony guided the head between my folds, pressing until my inner excitement poured across his shaft; allowing him to slip fully inside until his balls pressed hard against my flesh.

I was being used to get Tony off, and it excited me. I wanted to be this strangers receptacle, good enough to fuck, but not good enough to bother with anything beyond.

Tony pressed hard inside me, swelling his cock against my tight walls, giving my pussy exactly what it desired. He used a fingers on my clit, circling my wetness around the hardened button with devastating effectiveness, pulling my pent up orgasm from somewhere deep within me, until it teetered on the edge.

I was out of my mind. Moans escaped my lips, growing louder as the mixture of his hardness, and the gentleness of how he flicked my clit, sent my climax bursting from within, ejecting screams of pleasure with each powerful thrust.

My satisfaction was enough to trigger Tony’s own eruption. He pulled his slicked shaft from within my quivering hole, spraying his steamy jizz up my belly, and between my tits, until he collapsed onto his back.

That is when I saw Aaron standing in the doorway, his face contorted with rage and hurt. He didn’t say anything. He made sure I saw him, and then he turned and headed back to his room, locking the door behind him.

Tony and I both snickered at Aaron’s defeat, and I got my clothes back on, headed out the door, and haven’t talked to either of them since.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aw3xrp/fm_morning_after_mistake