Euphoria and Regret Part 4 [M20/F20]

Thank you all for reading my story. I know that I can be quite verbose, so I appreciate you all for being so patient with me. Here are links to [part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dtmkl/euphoria_and_regret_part_1_m20_f20/), [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4dtoxm/euphoria_and_regret_part_2_m20_f20/), and [part 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4e8bdm/euphoria_and_regret_part_3_m20_f20/). As I have said before, I am not proud of all of my actions, but nobody can change the past and I like to think that I have become a better person as a result. That being said, enjoy the conclusion of my tale.

I woke up the next morning with a deep sense of shame and regret, and checked my phone to make sure that everything that I thought I remembered actually happened. I looked at the message history, and there it all was: the pictures, the sexting, and the coup de gras the picture of my spent dick. Embarrassed in the truest sense of the word, and almost without thinking, I deleted the entire conversation history between myself and Rebecca. I threw my phone on the bed in disgust with myself and went to go take a shower.

Feeling refreshed after my long, hot shower with much better water pressure than I had in my apartment, I went back to my room in order to get dressed. I had not unpacked my suitcase yet, resulting in my having to dig through it to find my boxers and a pair of jeans. I was planning on going to the beach that afternoon with some friends from high school and then maybe grabbing some sushi on the way home. I checked my phone. Nothing from Katie or Rebecca, but I did have a message from my neighbor, David. David and I had gone to school together since my family and I had moved in when I was in the fifth grade. We had not always gotten along, but we had began to bond in high school. We were both in theater, and started hanging out to run lines together. From there, we started hanging out more and more, and by senior year we were almost inseparable. However, when I had gone away to college, he stayed in town to go to community college, eventually dropping out. As a result, he still lived with his mom right next door. He was working full time and trying to save enough for him and his fiancee to get a place of their own.

“Yo bitch! Let me know when you are ready to go and we’ll take off. I even have a special surprise for you when you get your ass over here.” Was the text I had gotten from him. I was pretty sure the surprise was a pretty hefty sized bag of weed, and after last night, I was definitely in the mood for a solid blaze.

I grabbed breakfast, told my parents that I would see them when I got home that night, and rushed out the door and over to David’s place. Before I could knock on the door, his mother’s chihuahua began to bark, and David came to the door.

“Hey man. Good to see you.” He said as we embraced. We had grown apart some while I had been away, but we were still pretty close. “You ready for that sexy ass beach and a fat blunt of some of the best damn weed you will ever smoke?”

“Hell yeah!” I replied enthusiastically.

We drove to the beach, about a 30 minute drive, smoking the blunt on the way, and talking about what we had been doing since I had last seen him over the summer. He told me about trying to move out of his mom’s house, and how as soon as he did that him and his fiancee, Samantha, were going to set a date for the wedding. As we reached the beach and got out of his beat up 1999 blue Ford pickup, the focus then shifted to my romantic life.

“So you got a girlfriend or anything?” David asked as we walked over one of the dunes, scoping out the area, choosing a spot, and finally taking a seat.

“Yeah , but I’m also in kind of a situation with another girl that I started talking to recently.” I began. I then told him the entire situation, talking about how great Katie was, but how she did not seem completely into the relationship, how Rebecca was flirting with me and basically stripped for me twice, and ending with the events of the night before. David, being a great friend and also pretty high, listened to the whole story. When I had finished, we sat in silence for a few moments.

“Fuck dude, that’s intense” he finally said with a bit of a chuckle. “This sounds like a second blunt problem,” he told me with a devious grin. He produced a second blunt from his pocket, lighting it and passing it to me.

As I inhaled the burning carcinogens, waiting for the THC to completely take effect, I began to contemplate all of my options. We bounced ideas off of each other, and the conversation drifted away from my problems. I looked out on the ocean, feeling the salty breeze on my face, and I knew that I had fucked up. Right now I had two options: I could either tell Rebecca that I could not talk to her anymore and fully commit to Katie, or I could break up with Katie. As I pondered the right move to make, I looked over and saw David asleep on the towel that we had brought with us.

We stayed on the beach for a few more hours, talking about life, the universe, and our place in it, but eventually we sobered up and were starving. We skipped the sushi and hit up a local burger place and went home. When I walked through the door, my parents were at the kitchen table doing a crossword puzzle, and my sisters were nowhere to be seen. I kicked off my shoes and plopped on the couch, turning on the TV. I knew that there was a baseball game on, so I flipped through the channels until I found it. Almost fortuitously, I received a text from Katie at that exact moment. It was right then that I remembered what I liked so much about Katie, and how well we fit together. I opened the message and read it.

“Hey. Glad you got in safe,” was all that was said. I was a bit disappointed with the message, and decided that I would try to spark some conversation. I knew that she was visiting Chicago over spring break with her parents and brother, so I asked her, “So how is Chicago? Have you visited the Sears Tower yet?”

I put down my phone and went back to watching the game. I watched with mild interest, expecting to receive a message in the next few minutes, but I got nothing. The game had finished, and I had still heard nothing back from Katie. Still feeling sandy from the beach, I decided to shower and then go to bed early seeing as I had stayed up so late the night before. I got out of the shower and slipped into a pair of basketball shorts and a fresh t shirt. I picked up my phone and noticed I had a message. I opened it. It was from Rebecca.

“So last night was…unexpected”

“Yes. Very much so. I feel like shit, having done that to Katie. I think that we shouldn’t talk until I get back and I can sort everything out so that it is less complicated” is what I send back. I knew that I had been weak and stupid, and essentially unfaithful, and I was not going to do it again. I got another message shortly after from Rebecca again.

“I completely understand. I’m sorry that I coerced you into doing all of that stuff. If you do end up being single, you have my number.” I finished reading the text and sat there on our couch, knowing that I had made my decision, at least for the time being. I was not going to do anything else until I had talked things over with Katie.

The rest of my spring break passed fairly quickly and uneventfully. I saw some of my other high school friends, I went on a few day trips with my family, I texted Katie with pictures and updates of my break, but rarely obtained a timely reply. At one point, I went three days without hearing anything from her. I knew that she was on a vacation, but I felt as though she did not want to talk to me. There were a few times that I thought about texting Rebecca, but I thought better of it every time. Saturday arrived, and it was time for me to fly back to school. I said my farewells, grabbed my suitcase and entered the TSA line. I boarded my flight, turned off my phone, and closed my eyes in an attempt to get some rest. I woke as the plane began its descent. I still had another two hour flight before I got back to school coupled with an hour and a half layover. I exited the plane and scanned the screen to find my next gate. The gate was at the other end of the airport, but I was in no rush because of the length of my layover. I traversed the airport, eventually arriving at my gate. I took a seat and turned on my phone. I sent a text to my mom, letting her know that I had arrived safely and was waiting on my connecting flight. I then selected Katie’s name from my contacts.

“Hey. I know you are getting back to school today. When you get in, I think we should talk a bit.”

I left the message on the screen while I looked at it for nearly five minutes. I pressed send, resigned to the consequences of what I had just done. I pocketed my phone and took out my book that I had brought with me. I read until they called my flight number, and soon I was in the air on my last flight of the day. We landed, and I called Patrick to come pick me up from the airport. I saw his car arrive, got up, and went outside. I was greeted with a blast of arctic wind when I went outside, my week at the coast having spoiled me. I rushed to his car being careful not to slip on the ice. We exchange some small talk, but mostly I just thanked him for picking me up. He dropped me off at my apartment, and I began my wait for the inevitable confrontation I was about to have with Katie.

I waited for over an hour to hear back from Katie. When I finally did, it was close to 9:00. “Hey. I’m headed over to your place now.”

My heart began to beat faster, but my resolve was set. I was going to go through with it. After what seemed like forever, I heard the knock on my door. I answered it and saw Katie. I invited her in and we began to tell each other about our spring breaks. Eventually that conversation died down, and I knew that I had to breech the subject that was on my mind.

“So Katie,” I started nervously. “I feel like we are in different places in this relationship. I don’t think that we have that spark, and I think that with you studying abroad in Panama next semester, we are probably going to hit this point pretty soon regardless. I think that we should break up.”

I could see her face fall almost immediately. She obviously was not expecting this. The look on her face made me feel atrocious, but in my head, I knew that it was the right move. She sat on my couch for about fifteen minutes as we talked about what was wrong with the relationship and how she felt about it ending. She got up to leave and we made the same promise that most exes make to each other, that we would stay friends, even though I knew that we probably wouldn’t. She walked out the door of my apartment and shut it quietly behind her. I was immobile on the couch for a few minutes, then without another thought I grabbed my keys and walked out of my apartment.

I got in my car and began to drive. My mind began to wander, mostly focusing on if I had done the right thing or not. I pulled into a parking lot and turned off my car. As I looked up, I noticed that I had subconsciously driven myself to Rebecca’s apartment complex. No longer tethered to a relationship, I slowly exited the car and began to walk uncertainly towards the door. Just as I was getting to the door, a short balding man in a brown leather coat exited her building, holding the door open for me. I strode in, thanking the man as I passed him. I quickly ascended the three floors to Rebecca’s apartment and within a few minutes, I was outside her door. I rose my hand to knock, hesitated for a second, but eventually completed the action. I took a step back, waiting for her to answer. I heard the lock release, and the door began to open.

“Mark? I thought you said…”

Before she could complete her sentence, I moved forward and kissed her. She was surprised at first, but after a second she decided that she would go with the situation. Her tongue began to explore my mouth as we stumbled backwards through her apartment to her futon where she laid down on her back, dragging me on top of her. She broke away from the kiss for a second asking, “But Mark, what about Katie?”

“I broke up with her. I decided that it was a bit too one sided, and if I was that tempted by someone else, I shouldn’t be in a relationship with her anyways.” I answered.

Rebecca seemed to be satisfied with the answer, pulling off my shirt and kissing down my neck. I reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. I saw that she was wearing the same green bra that she had shown me the night of the party. Upon seeing this, my dick began to get hard, pushing down my leg as I continued to kiss Rebecca. I reached my hand under her bra, finally being able to feel her soft breasts that I had been thinking about for over a week. My other hand caressed down her stomach to the button of her pants. She did not stop me from unbuttoning her jeans and yanking them off, leaving her in only her bra and small thong. I began to rub her pussy over her underwear, feeling her juices seeping through the thin fabric. I slid her panties to the side, exposing her cleanly shaved pussy and protruding lips. I aggressively began to lick and suck on her pussy lips, and upon hearing moans of approval My tongue started to play with her clit. I licked her clit slowly as waves of pleasure washed over her. Suddenly I felt her hands on the back of my head, pushing my tongue inside of her cunt as she came. Her hands released me, and as I came up, she looked me in the eyes and stated with a devilish smile, “My turn.”

Rebecca pushed me back on the futon, undid my pants, and pulled my dick out from my boxers. She looked at it greedily, slowly rubbing it with her hands. Her head bent close to the base of my shaft, and she licked it in one motion from base to tip. When she got to the tip of my cock, she opened her mouth and inserted it. She started sucking slowly and focused on the tip, but periodically she would try to take my entire cock in her mouth. As she came up for air, I decided that I wanted her right then and there. I sat up, pushed her back down onto the futon, spread her legs and positioned myself at the entrance of her pussy. I rubbed the tip of my dick on her pussy lips feeling her wetness. She waited for me to enter her, but I waited. I looked at her and said, “I told you that I wanted you to beg for it,” referencing the messages we had exchanged over break.

“Please.” Rebecca said.

“Please what?” I growled.

“Please fuck me.” She whispered into my ear.

As soon as she said it, I thrust completely into her with no hesitation. She gasped as she felt my dick stretch her out. I pumped in and out of her, working with a steady rhythm, not wanting to expend myself too rapidly. I glanced down in order to watch my dick disappear inside of her only to reappear half a second later. Her gorgeous tits hypnotically bounced on her chest with each successive thrust. I leaned in to kiss her as my hips kept the flow that I had created. I pulled out of her and sat upright on the couch, grabbing her arm and dragging her on top of me in the process. She straddled me, just like she had not so long ago, except this time there was no question about what was happening or what should be done. Rebecca’s hand guided my cock towards the entrance of her cunt, slowly sitting down upon it. As it filled her, she closed her eyes and began to grind back and forth on me. I massaged her tits, bringing one to my mouth where I nibbled and sucked on her nipple causing another moan to escape her lips. My arms then left her tits and grabbed her perfect ass. I was now directing her motion which drove both of us wild. She leaned close to my ear, “Would you like to move to my bed?” She asked in between pants.

Without answering, I picked her up while still inside of her and carried her to the bedroom. I bounced her on my dick a few times in the air before I placed her on the bed. She was lying there, spread eagle, while I stood at the edge of the bed, my dick still inside her. I put one of her legs over each of my shoulders, grabbed her slender waist, and began to fuck her as hard and fast as I could. The results were immediate, as she began to gasp and mew after each thrust. I pulled my dick out of her, and she looked visibly disappointed, thinking that I may be finished. “Turn over.” I state plainly.

Rebecca’s smile returned to her face as she presented herself from behind for me. I pushed my dick inside of her, grabbing a handful of ass in each hand as I did so. Her hands grabbed the bedspread in elation. I gave her ass a hard slap and then grabbed her shoulders to pull myself all the way inside of her. “Faster!” She yelled at me.

I complied, latching my hands to her hips as I fucked her hard and fast. She was so wet, that I was slipping inside of her with ease. I reached my hand around her hips and began to play with her clit while I fucked her. Rebecca bucked, and after no more than a minute, she grabbed my hand and moved it back to her hip, saying, “Too….much….” I felt her pussy tightening around my dick as she was about to cum. I responded by thrusting into her as hard and deep as I could. “Oh shit!” She yelled as her knees buckled against the side of the bed. Her orgasm continued to rock her as her legs stayed limp; the only things holding her up were my dick inside of her and the bed she was leaning on. Finally, she finished and she asked me, “Are you close?”

“Yes. So close.” I say to her.

She pushed me out of her, got on her knees and began to suck my dick again, this time with a new ferocity. Within minutes, I was about ready to explode. “I’m going to cum.” I tell her.

Rebecca pulled my cock out of her mouth and stroked my dick, aiming me at her tits. I felt the build up, and a second later, cum erupted from my cock. The first shot hit directly on her tit, but the force of my orgasm caused her to lose her grip on it. Now untamed, my cock began to spasm and cum splattered everywhere, on her face, in her hair, even on her pillow and bedspread. I caught my breath, and looked around the room, surveying my damage.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I said trying not to laugh.

Stunned, Rebecca looked at me for a second before she broke out into hysterics. “I guess you were a bit repressed, she said in between chuckles.

With the sexual tensions finally quelled, we cleaned up her room, bed spread and all, and then she told me that she was going to shower but I could stay and turn on the TV. I got dressed and flipped on the television. I switched to ESPN where there was a Yankees/Red Sox game that was being aired. This made me think of Katie, and everything that I had put her through. I would probably never get a chance with a girl like her again. I heard the shower turn off, and I saw Rebecca exit the bathroom naked and walk over to me. “I had made my decision, there was no going back now,” I thought to myself as I stood up to hold Rebecca and kiss her.

Afterword

I went on to date Rebecca for about six months, but eventually we broke up due to basic incompatibilities. We had a lot of fun together, and actually still talk every once in awhile. Katie avoided me for the rest of the semester, and then spent the following semester in Panama where I did not talk to her. My final semester at college, she came back and we were able to talk to one another and mend some of the fences that I had broken. To this day, I regret breaking up with her the way that I did. We may have broken up in the future regardless of what I did at that point in time, but I really do not think that I will ever date a better person than her. I like to say that Katie was the type of girl that you take home to the parents, but unfortunately I was too immature to see that at the time. I was never as happy as I was when I was with her. Thank you all for reading my story; I hope you enjoyed it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4ecj62/euphoria_and_regret_part_4_m20f20