[M]y Passionate Drunken [F]uck Up with a Girl from the Bar [Cheating]

I posted my first story yesterday. I thought it would be my only one, but I had a lot of fun writing it, so I figured I’d get another one out. Sorry, this is the one where you find out I can be a shitty person. I’m not proud of this one but it makes for a decent story.

A handful of years ago I was at a weird place in my life. I had managed to peal myself out of a short bout of depression by majorly changing my daily habits and lifestyle. Gym, nofap, forcing myself out of my comfort zone, etc. Over a period of 6 months they had a profound impact on my life. I landed a new, much more fulfilling job, and I was connecting with people as I never had before. Everything was going well for me and I had endless energy. Working a 60+ hr week was easy and I still had energy to party on the weekends. I was in my mid-twenties.

I enjoyed this time but looking back I see how the success went to my head a bit. I was neglecting my relationship in favor of the new career and the lifestyle that came with it. We had a work hard, party hard culture at the office.

It was a Friday night that was transitioning straight from work to play. We had dinner ordered to the office and I started drinking before signing off for the night. I finally wrapped up the content I was working on and took my whisky into the main room to join the rest of the guys. We pre-drank for a while, waiting for some more people to arrive before heading out to party.

Eventually some of us decided to head down the street to the bar that we had planned on going to. I think there were 5 of us. All guys. 2 of them were my coworkers, and a couple of their other friends. Thanks to some connections at the door we skipped the line and got right in. What followed was a bunch of drinking, shuffling around the crowded bar, and yelling at each other over the music.

There was nothing memorable about the night until I headed over to another area with one of my coworkers, Aaron. There was another smaller bar on the far side of the room and we figured we wouldn’t have to wait as long for a drink over there. We had to pretty much walk right through the dancefloor to get there and on the way a girl walked right into Aaron.

He jumped back as the three of us laughed it off. He put his hand on her back yelling “Sorry about that! Let me buy you a drink.”

She yelled back at us. “I’ll let you buy me a drink only cause it’s my birthday.”

“Fair enough!” he replied, grabbing her hand and leading her to the bar with us. Walking behind her I was able to check her out briefly. She was average height, maybe 5’ 5” with a tight body being shown off by her short, satin black dress. She had wavy dark brown hair, almost black in the dimly lit room, that was down past her shoulders.

We got a shot of something and attempted conversation, but this part of the bar was even louder than where we were before. We started making our way back to the main bar area and the girl stuck with us. She had said her name, but I didn’t hear it.

The bar was even more packed now and we had to shuffle through in a broken line. We managed to slip around the side of the bar and lucked out with some room on the bar ledge as a couple people just left. I claimed the spot and turned to find the girl, but no Aaron behind her. I looked over her into the crowd. “Did we lose him?”

She shrugged. “Guess so.”

“Well I guess I should probably buy you a drink too since it’s your birthday.” I got a better look at her face and liked what I saw. Dark brown eyes, petite features, and beautiful smile. From this angle I could see she had a nice perky set of Bs that went well with her tight frame.

She elected to do a shot of Fireball and we got a couple hi-balls to go with. With a nice little spot on the bar that was out of the way, we just hung out there and talked. I eventually admitted I didn’t know what her name was and found out she was Bethany. We talked about whatever bullshit it is you yell at a stranger in a loud bar. Thanks to some lip reading, fake laughs, and awkward nods the conversation went about as smoothly as it could.

I found out that she was just in town with a group of friends for her 23rd birthday. They were staying at a fancy hotel nearby for the weekend. At some point one of her friends stopped by and they headed to the washroom together. I wondered if they’d make it back, but after a few minutes Bethany came back alone.

We ordered more shots. We started getting physical. Standing right up against each other, grabbing arms, and other not-so-subtle gestures. I was starting to get lost in her dark eyes. She was so cute and reserved, yet so exotic looking. I don’t think she knew just how hot she was; if she did, she didn’t give off any hint of it. Eventually I was snapped out of my trance by one of her friends that she had mentioned before. It was the obvious mother hen of her group of friends, managing to wedge her thick presence right into our little party.

“We’ve been looking for you forever.” Mother Hen said to Bethany, ignoring my existence completely. They spoke a bit before I introduced myself, which was met with disdain. I tried being nice to her and offering her a drink, but there is no winning with these overwatch types whose only goal is to make sure her hot friends don’t have fun with random guys.

As the two of them talked I remembered that I was in a serious relationship that I was intent on keeping. I reflected on where exactly I intended to go with this. Over the previous month I had been going out a fair bit with the guys. While I didn’t go out seeking girls I also I didn’t shy away from them. I justified that it was best to stay sharp and practice my game, but I didn’t ever escalate past conversation. I had gotten a couple numbers but always deleted them the next morning. It was like a game I played with myself, just to prove my abilities. I imagine my uncaring attitude helped with the girls and it was hard to turn them away completely. Insecure shit.

The connection I felt with Bethany and our physical advances made things different this time. I knew I was starting to cross the line and this could only get worse, especially considering all the drinks we had been having. I looked around the bar for sight of any of the guys but didn’t see anyone. I figured it was time to cut this off and go find them, but before I could excuse myself Bethany managed to shoo her stout friend away. She turned back to me rolling her eyes and ready for another drink.

Bethany was noticeably drunk, and I was starting to notice the last hour of drinks hitting me all at once. We were back together with my hand on her arm and our faces only a foot apart, when there was a lull in our conversation. We just stared at each other, before she leaned in for the kiss.

‘Fuck, what are you doing man.’ Said the little voice in my head but I met her lips eagerly. It felt so good, but I broke it off quickly knowing I had crossed the line. I looked around the bar hoping no one I knew saw that. Before I could think any further she came right back at me full force. Hands around my neck and her soft lips dancing delicately around mine. I’m not sure how long it went on, but we stopped to avoid getting kicked out. It was not as gentle and a whole lot sloppier looking than I remember.

We ordered another shot for some fucking reason. Neither of us needed it. We had a couple more kisses, before she made the move. “If we leave soon we may get some time alone at the hotel.”

I impulsively nodded and confirmed that it was a good idea, but the voice in my head nagged on. ‘OK that is the line. It’s not too late. Cut your losses. Go home…. Fuck me. This would not be happening if I were single. A smoking hot girl pleading for me to come back to her high-end hotel room down the street?’

“I’m just gonna let them know. Meet by the front door?” She started walking into the crowd as I finished my drink and headed to the washroom. I ran into a couple of the guys on the way and let them know I was going to head out. For this whole sequence I just focused on trying not to look like a drunk idiot, the rest was all autopilot.

After a couple minutes of fiddling with my phone and contemplating my decisions by the door I managed to type out a text to my girlfriend telling her that I was going to crash at my friend Brandon’s place. He lived downtown, and I had crashed on his couch before, so it wasn’t completely out of the ordinary. I hesitated for a few seconds before hitting send. A couple minutes later Bethany hadn’t made it to the door yet. I assumed she had some work to do to deal with Mother Hen, but I almost hoped she wouldn’t show up. A couple minutes later I saw her bright smile come out of the crowd. Even in our messy state she managed to stay well put together and strikingly beautiful.

Rambling out the door I was instantly hit with reality all over again. The cold night air and sudden silence snapped me out of my trance. There was no hiding. I knew what I was about to do. My heart rate accelerated, and I already felt waves of guilt. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t stop it.

I gave her my jacket and we held hands ambling down the street. She told me about the reaction from her friends and said that we only had half an hour or so. Before long we were at her hotel. Probably one of the nicest in the city. I gave an awkward wave at the front desk on our way to the elevators. As soon as soon as the doors shut we were all over each other. She pulled me toward her as my hands roamed down her smooth dress. I pushed her up against the wall, kissing her passionately before the doors opened and we snapped out of it.

She fumbled with her heals, desperate to get them off before the walk down the hall. She led me by the hand as I enjoyed the view. Her dress was the perfect height to show off her tanned, toned legs. She maintained a certain level of elegance even as we stumbled down the hall way to have a messy drunken hook up. She opened the door to the room and just turned on the entryway light before leading me into the dark. Was I really doing this?

Being an older hotel, the room wasn’t huge, but everything was well decorated and there was a beautiful view of the city skyline. I managed to knock my shoes off before she pulled me on to the far bed by the window. I had most of my weight on top of her while my right hand roamed down to the outside of her left leg. Her skin was incredibly smooth and soft. The way she kissed me back lured me all the way into the experience, scratching the back of my head with one hand and clawing at my back with the other. For the first time I was able to suppress the guilt completely.

I slowly slid my hand up the outside of her leg, pushing her dress up before slipping underneath. Immediately after, I contacted a lacey edge of her panties and gave a hard squeeze. Her ass was firm and likely a product of some time in the gym. She moaned softly and then pushed me off exclaiming: “I need to get this fucking dress off.”

I stood at the edge of the bed and pulled her up to her feet. She spun around and lifted her hair, so I could locate the zipper on the back. I fiddled with it before getting it down and getting back to business. My hands reached around to the front of her body exploring her toned stomach over the loosened dress, slowly sliding upward. I stopped briefly to squeeze her breasts firmly while she emitted a heavy sigh. My hands continued higher to her shoulders where I grabbed the dress and started gliding it down. I leaned down and kissed along her neck as her arms came free, reaching overhead to hold me.

I needed a better view, so I turned her around to face the mirror on the wall at the end of the bed. Her elegant figure was picture perfect in the dimly lit room. The dress was now down to her waist, displaying her dark blue bra that I had caught tiny hints of through her dress earlier. I paused the undressing to squeeze her again and feel her flat stomach before resuming. She wiggled her hips to help me peel it down the rest of the way, so she could step out of it.

She pivoted around and reached for my belt immediately. I took the opportunity to take my shirt off. She dropped to her knees as she took my pants and underwear down to my ankles all in one motion. I didn’t even get a chance to step out of my pants before she had my cock in her mouth. Her mouth was so warm and wet. She wasn’t reserved anymore, wasting no time with any teasing. I looked at the view in the mirror checking out her matching lace trimmed dark blue panties. I couldn’t believe my luck. That’s when I caught myself in the mirror. Fuck.

The guilt hit me again all at once. It was the most intense feeling of the night. My heart raced as I glared back, hating myself. All the work to improve myself as a person recently had led to this, arguably worse version of myself. It was too late. I was well over the line now. I shook my head and brought my attention back to her head bobbing up and down on my cock. It felt too good. The only thing keeping me from coming was probably the overwhelming guilt.

I avoided my internal battle with a “come here” as helped her to her feet. I kissed her wet mouth while unclasping her bra. I was impressed I managed to do this in one motion in my inebriated state. She shook the bra off giving me a view of her perky breasts. I gave one of them a squeeze before throwing her onto the bed. She slid back waiting for me to come get her. I almost fell over getting my pants and socks off my feet which she giggled at. “You’re so fucking hot.” I stated bluntly crawling onto the bed.

She bit her lip while capturing me with her dark brown eyes, which sent me over the edge. I pounced on her aggressively. Our tongues dancing and hands frantically exploring each other. I kissed firmly down her neck, then to the top of her breasts, and then took a nipple in my mouth. She whimpered lightly while grinding her pussy on my leg.

I could feel her wetness through her panties and wasted little time moving down to them. I kissed on her lower stomach just above her panty line, occasionally drifting lower and kissing her pussy through her panties. She had enough of the teasing, wrapping her legs around my neck and grabbing the back of my head with her hand, forcing me down. I took the cue and moved her panties to the side licking one lip from the bottom to the top.

“Oh fuck,” she panted lightly. I needed better access, so I sat up and pulled at her panties. She lifted her legs up as I pulled them off, admiring her flexibility. She spread her freed legs opening revealing a small triangle of pubic hair pointing to her pussy. I dove in, kissing lightly along each lip. She was incredibly sensitive. I flicked her clit lightly and looked up to see her reaction. She squealed softly grabbing a one of her tits, with one hand and a handful of the covers with the other. I went back down and traced a long line with my tongue from her clit to her soaking wet hole below.

I returned to the clit and began flicking it and sucking on it lightly. She moaned much louder and bucked her hips, before wrapping her legs around my neck again. “Oh my god,” she gasped. “Please fuck me.” I remembered that our time was limited, and we were probably encroaching on the half hour slot we had been given.

That’s when it hit me. Condom. Shit. I didn’t have one. This wasn’t exactly a premeditated plan. I moved up to her kissing her briefly before pausing. “Do you have a condom by any chance?”

“No.” She hesitated for a second. “…I am on the pill…” There was an awkward silence as we stared at each other. I was laying in between her legs with my shaft pressed against her soaking lips. She so warm, so wet.

“It’s ok if we just—” she cut me off.

“Just fuck me!” she stammered. I knew it wasn’t the smart thing to do but there was no way I’d stop now. She reached down to guide me in as I lifted. My head dipped into her wetness and I slowly started to push in. She was extremely tight, but so wet that I was able to glide in smoothly. She stifled moans by biting into my shoulder, before putting a hand on my chest when I was just over halfway in. I stopped and slid out before easing in again. Her pussy wrapped around my cock pulling it down.

I had a rush of absolute euphoria. Everything was just so perfect. It’s like out bodies were made for each other. I could feel tingles rushing throw my whole body as I pushed deeper. She gasped a soft “oh fuck,” before I stopped and slid back out again. This time I pushed in quicker, hearing a wet slosh from down below. I kissed her again and she bit down on my lip. I started picking up the pace as her nails dug into my back. She broke off the kiss gasping for air and moaning right into my ear.

“Oh my god. Don’t stop!” I thrusted forcefully, bottoming out inside her as her moans turned to screams. I hoped the room next door was empty, but really, I didn’t care. I reached down with one hand on her ass, lifting her leg up as I gave it everything I had. I wanted her to come soon as I didn’t know how much longer I could last.

Her body began to tense up and I took a shot at putting her over the edge. “Cum for me Bethany.” I breathed, pinning her down and slamming my cock into her as hard as possible.

“Oh fuck! Yes!” she screamed as he whole body tensed and quivered in a beautiful orgasm. I thanked the gods that I had made it and gave myself an imaginary pat on the back. I collapsed onto her, still buried deep inside her, as she locked on to me with her arms and legs, shuddering, and giggling. “That was incredible,” she panted.

“Tired?” she questioned. I laughed in response. “I guess I have some work to do,” she stated, pushing on me to let her up. I rolled over and pulled her onto me, reaching behind me for a pillow to prop my head up. She straddled me, grabbing my shaft, and gently easing on to it. It was comforting to be at the point where she had already gotten off, and now all I had to do was lie back and enjoy the show. She lowered all the way down after a couple attempts and began gyrating her hips. This girl knew how to ride. It was such a stunning sight watching her. She would alternate between having hands on my chest, on her own tits, or wrapped up in her hair.

“You are amazing,” I managed to get out between heavy breaths. She smiled and began riding even harder, bouncing up and down on my cock. She bit her lip in between cute little whimpers closing her eyes with an expression of bliss. I could feel myself getting close. I started to consider where and how to finish when I heard the click a keycard in the door.

“Shit.” Bethany jumped off me and hurried to the door. “Shit, shit, shit.” I heard her stop the door before they could open it all the way. I sat up on the edge of the bed and listened intently, unsure of where this would go. The door was around the corner, so I couldn’t see anything, but I heard a collection of harsh whispers, giggles, some arguing, and finally an “it’s my birthday.” I suppressed my laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation and began locating my clothing, preparing for the worst. I was still rock hard and desperate for a release, but I had low hopes.

That’s when I heard the door close and she came around the corner. She was upset but it appeared we were still alone in the room. “They said they’re coming to bed in 5 minutes regardless.” It wasn’t ideal, but I was happy for the grace period. Bethany kissed me again and we held each other softly. It was hard to rush right back into it after the disturbance. That’s when she stepped back and looked over her shoulder. She turned back to me. “Get your stuff. Come here.”

“Um where?” I questioned but did as instructed. I had my clothes in one arm, and my shoes in the other as she led me around the corner to the bathroom. “Oh… aren’t they going to need the washroom?”

“Fuck them, they can just go to bed.” she said while flicking on the light and locking the door. There was another sink outside of the bathroom, so it was a decent idea. Her resourcefulness impressed me. The light was blinding after being in the dimly lit room. There was no hiding that my rock-hard erection was beginning to become less hard, and less of an erection at all.

I looked around the room noting the large shower and marble countertops. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to continue drunken sex, but I’ve managed in worse places. I dropped my clothes and shoes on the counter. I realized again just how fucking hammered and exhausted I was and wasn’t sure where I would sleep tonight. Bethany was busy sliding the shower door open and turning on the water. I guess we were going to have a shower.

She turned to give me a “come here” gesture, backing into the shower. I followed her in and we attempted to pick up where we left off. My hands roamed all over her body, rediscovering it all over again. We started to pick up intensity slowly until my erection was back with a vengeance. She was working it softly with both hands as we kissed.

She turned around and bent over, inviting me to enter her from behind. I had to squat down to hit the right angle for entry. It was a struggle, but I finally managed to get it partway in. She held on to the railing on the sliding door as I hung on to her ass with both hands. I normally love doggy but standing up was a challenge with our height difference and surroundings. A minute later I pulled out and gave her a light slap on the ass which made her jump.

I motioned out of the shower and got out. She shut off the water and followed. I threw a towel on the counter as she came up beside me. Our lips met again. Once I had her in the right position, I lifted her up and put her on the counter. I reached down and guided my cock between her spread legs. The position was better, but I had to stand on my toes to get the proper angle. She leaned back against the steamed mirror, with her arms around my neck. I thrusted into her steadily. Fatigue was taking over but I was intent on getting her off again.

She moved a hand down to her clit and pushed herself closer to another orgasm stifling her moans as much as possible. I grabbed onto her hips and pumped with a smooth motion until I felt her tensing up again. She grabbed a washcloth from the counter and bit down on it to stop herself from screaming while her body trembled.

She pushed me back and slid off the counter. I put the toilet seat cover down and sat on it. She took the towel and put it on the ground before kneeling on it. She got to work quickly, licking her juices off and working the shaft with her hand. I had a new endurance this second round but wanted to get off soon. I stroked her hair gently which made her slowdown and look up at me. The image of her dark brown eyes holding my gaze while she slowly swallowed my cock is burned into my memory. I moaned deeply as I felt the release coming from within.

As she came back up I put my hand on her head forcing it back down. She took the cue and started sucking it up and down aggressively. I had both hands on her head as it bounced on my cock rapidly. My legs tensed up and wrapped around her body. I tried to suppress myself which resulted in an awkward grunt as I blew my load right into her throat. She whimpered softly as she kept pumping until it was all out. I had to stop her as the sensitivity was too much and I almost fell off the toilet.

She sat back and gave me a wink as she swallowed it. Then she got up and went to the sink. And then reality came crashing back down. Just like that. The second I had my release my mind flooded with all the repercussions for what I had done this evening. I had a sudden urge to leave and started putting my pants on. I used a towel to dry off my hair and shoulders before putting on my shirt. Bethany slipped out of the bathroom into the dark. I fumbled with my shoes sitting on the toilet. She came back in with her panties and a t-shirt on. She put a hand on my shoulder as I got the second shoe on. “You can sleep here if you want.”

“Aren’t you already sharing a bed with one of them?”

“Yea, but we could squeeze in.” she answered. It was a tempting offer, only because I was so drained, but I told her I was just going to cab home. “Give me your phone, I’ll put my number in it.” I felt my pockets. No phone. I had a moment of panic but figured it probably fell out by the beds. She went to look for it while I washed my hands. The steam was gone from the mirror, so I was forced to face my reflection again. I shook my head in disappointment.

She came back in. “I think it’s dead.” I grabbed it and confirmed her assumption. She asked me for my number which I recited automatically. She put it in her phone and looked up at me. “I’m crashing hard right now.”

“Me too. I better get going.” I headed for the door and she followed. With the door open I said thanks for the fun and goodbye. She leaned in for one last kiss before I turned to leave. Only a few steps down the hallway I heard a harsh whisper.

“Wait, how are you going to call a cab without a phone?”

I turned but kept walking. “It’s fine, I’ll just find one.” I just wanted to get out of there but didn’t have much of a plan. I couldn’t go home at this hour after saying I would stay at Brandon’s. By the time I was outside I had decided my only option was to go back to the office and find somewhere to sleep. The walk back was a bit of a blur, but I managed to make it. I pulled a small couch from the lobby into my office and passed out.

I was awakened by the morning sun flooding my office. My head was pounding, and I felt disgusting. All the memories from the night before came rushing back as I was overwhelmed by guilt and regret. Thankfully my girlfriend was not home when I got there so I was able to get cleaned up and go back to bed. When I awoke from my nap I had a text from a random number. “Hey, I had a really good time last night. How are you feeling?”

I stared at it with a mix of emotions. I fucked up my relationship for this one-night stand. It was incredible, but it was over, and that’s all it would ever be. Bethany was great, but she lived in another city, and I knew we likely wouldn’t be able to recreate our drunken chemistry. I ignored the text.

Later that evening I got another one: “Do you even remember me?” I stared at the text for a full minute, reading it over and over. Of course, I remembered. I remembered almost everything. I felt horrible, but I simply could not take this any further. I had done enough already, and now my sober mind was in control. I deleted the texts. She didn’t send another.

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