Working at a car dealership can be very stressful and can drive even the most sane person to drink. I was never the kind of guy to frequent a bar until I met this super tiny really cute little southern girl bartender. I frequented the bar 2 to 3 times a week just to hang out with her and talk to her.
After a divorce the last thing I wanted was a relationship so I really didn’t try anything. But after a while I got a huge huge crush on this girl and that’s why I continue to go to this shitty bar LOL we became really good friends, our kids hung out and that’s when I found out she lived with her daughters dad. He was always too high to really care about who she was hanging out with and only got angry with her a couple of times for hanging out with me. Not wanting to cause a problem I kept my distance for a week. About three or four months after I started attending this bar on the regular, both her boyfriend and her came to my place and we had a barbecue, our kids hung out and we just had a good day. Of course though her boyfriend had to mess that up. Went to the car to get high and came back threw a temper tantrum and left her there.d I kept my distance for a week.
About three or four months after I started attending this bar on the regular, both her boyfriend and her came to my place and we had a barbecue, our kids hung out and we just had a good day. Of course though her boyfriend had to mess that up, Went to the car to get high and came back threw a temper tantrum and left her at my place.
The owner of the are constantly made comments about her and I being friends. Often implying that we were sleeping together even though it had never happened and I had never touched her more than trying to pick her up when she was drunk. I’m not the kind of guy that would ever take advantage of someone while they were drunk as I am kind of the type that prefers the chase. But for the last month or so she would always complain about thinking she didn’t look good because her boyfriend would never fuck her. That she would strip naked and send their daughter to her sisters house or with her mother to try and do something with her boyfriend but he would never do it because he was too high, of course all the compliments and comments could only mean so much to her. I still never tried anything.
But a couple months after the barbecue only a week or two before New Year’s she came to work and I could see bruises on her stomach when she took her sweatshirt off and it lifted her T-shirt. Now I had heard rumors that he was abusive but never from her who was by that time one of my best friends. That night she got shitfaced drunk after her shift was over. She got so drunk in fact, one of her fellow bartenders begged me and even offered to pay for my tab if I would follow her and make sure she was safe because she was flirting with an older couple who was offering to drive her to their house to continue drinking. Now keep in mind this girl weighs about 80 pounds soaking wet and she had had at least seven or eight shots at this point. I couldn’t being a good person or even being a bad person let her leave alone.
We left with this couple, picked up a case of beer, hung out for about an hour and then they kicked us both out. She hadn’t drank anything in probably two or three hours and was finally beginning to sober up. We were now about an hour and a half north of the bar where I left my vehicle and we ordered an Uber.
About halfway home I could tell she was starting to gain a little sanity back and I was talking, telling me how great of a guy I was and how she’s so glad that we became friends and she wishes she was single and of course all of the drunk girl in a crappy relationship admissions. She then proceeded to trying to undo my pants. Trying not to be the homewrecker I insisted that she shouldn’t do it and I kept trying to stop her. But when she finally leaned in to kiss me there was nothing I could control anymore.
She reached into my pants while kissing me and admitted that even though she was drunk she was pleasantly surprised with what she felt. She stroked me until I got hard then began trying to take her pants off. I kept telling her to stop because we were in an Uber but she just would not listen, I could see the drivers eyes keep moving to the rearview mirror and she tried to say something A couple of times just for my friend to point towards the front of the car as in to tell the girl to be quiet. She slid her pants down to her knees and sat on my cock, and I could tell almost instantly that she was not lying about her boyfriend not fucking her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/h9a2dd/fucking_my_best_friend_in_the_back_of_an_uber
It’s just a sleazy boyfriend. It’s not cheating.