Euphoria and Regret Part 2 [M20/F20]

The following month was a good one for me and Katie. We hung out all the time, and while we did not have sex, Katie was becoming more and more open about physical intimacy. She spent nearly every night with me in my apartment: pushing her sexual limitations, staying up too late, making each other laugh, and inevitably falling asleep in each other’s’ arms only to wake up the next day and do it all again. Now despite all of the time we were spending together, we were still apart for a large portion of the day due to classes, work, homework, etc. We would text each other occasionally, but Katie was not a clingy girl, telling me “I don’t need to hear from you every second of the day. Everyone needs their space, and I’m not glued to your hip.”

This freedom that I had was something that I had never had with a girlfriend. She trusted me, and was happy to know that I would be there for her at the end of the day. In addition to my being crazy about Katie, all of my friends seemed to like her as well. My two closest friends, Leah and Brianna, both had known her before we had started dating although they had never hung out with her before. I suggested that they do a girls night out so they could get to know her better. They promptly agreed, and I texted Katie to ask her when she would be free for this outing.

“Oh really? That’s awesome!” She replied. “I am free Friday night.”

“Sounds good. I will let them know.”

Friday rolled around, and I got a nervous text from Katie while I was trying to finish up a paper that was due by midnight. Being the procrastinator I was, I had only just started and it was already 5:00. The paper was only 8-10 pages, so it was far from impossible, but I was going to have to focus. I quickly glanced at my phone. It was a picture of Katie in a dress asking if she looked ok to go out. I click on the picture to enlarge it. She is wearing a nice black dress that has one strap and stops just above her knees. It was a tight dress, and despite her lack of curves, she fills it out well. Her long black hair was pulled up into a bun, showing off the smooth curves of her cheeks and the soft slope of her nose. Suddenly my paper is the furthest thing from my mind.

“Hmm. I don’t know. I might have to come over and inspect you in person.”

“Haha. Don’t you have a paper you are supposed to be writing?”

Classic Katie. No matter what the situation was, she always thought rationally. She also was always prepared and ahead of schedule on all of her assignments, something that I could never say.

“It can wait. You guys are leaving in an hour or so, and then there will be nothing to distract me. I just want to come over to help you get ready.” In my head I was already on my way over to her room where I would do exactly the opposite of what I had just told her. Five minutes later, I hear my phone buzz.

“Nope, sorry. Maybe if you finish your paper before I get back, you can help me choose what pjs to wear.”

Disappointed, I toss my phone on the couch and I delve into writing my paper. I stared blankly at the screen, occasionally typing but mostly trying to think of what Katie and the girls were doing. I look at the clock, and I jump. It was already 6:30 and I had a paragraph written, and not even a good one at that. I get up from the table and mix myself a drink. I had done this in the past, and sometimes it helped me to write my papers. I took a sip, as I looked into my reference books, looking for quotes to use in my paper. After writing a page, my drink was gone so I decided to mix another. This tradeoff continued until about the fourth page when I decided to power through the rest of the paper. After all I couldn’t get too drunk if I wanted a good grade on this paper. It was just after 11:00 when I finished my paper and submitted it online. I had yet to hear from Katie, so I figured her, Leah, and Brianna were having a pretty good time. My eyes drifted over to my pipe. I had not smoked since I started seeing Katie as she did not approve of the whole “It is illegal” aspect of smoking. I knew that I still had my stash, and if she was going to be out late, I might be able to get away with it. My eyes wandered back to my glass. I chose to forgo the weed and instead make another drink. Bored and a bit drunk, I began to go through my old text messages with Katie. I stopped when I saw the most recent picture that she sent me. In a matter of seconds, my dick became hard, and I wanted her. Almost on cue, my phone lights up.

“Hey. You still up?”

“Yeah. You going to come over?”

“On my way.”

I waited impatiently, finishing off my drink, wanting to hold her and kiss her the moment she walked through the door. I heard her knock. I nearly tripped over myself trying to get up, but I manage to steady myself and open the door. Katie stands in the doorway, reminding me of the first time that she had come over not that long ago. I hug her and give her a long kiss. She breaks it off and giggles.

“You’re drunk.” She smiled and gave me her best disapproving look.

“You would be too if you had to write a 10 pager about the Irish cotton industry in the late 19th century.”

“Mmm. Good point.” She conceded, coming back to my arms. We quickly go to my bedroom where I take the sight of her in.

“God I want you so badly right now” I whisper into her ear.

My hand finds the zipper on her dress and I pull it down. She sheds the single strap over her shoulder and the dress drops to the ground revealing her beautiful, slender body. She stands in front of me wearing only her underwear (I came to realize that she rarely wore bras because her breasts were so small that they held no use to her, and were uncomfortable on top of everything else). My arms wrap around her back, caressing her smooth skin, tracing up her spine to her thin neck and then down to her nipples. I kiss down her neck to her hard nipples, allowing my tongue to glide over them and arousing her further with a small nibble on each. My lips descend down her taut stomach to the crest of her underwear.

Over the last month, Katie had become comfortable with oral and with fingering, but had yet to reciprocate anything for me. This thought was nowhere in my head at the time; I just wanted to taste her. I pull on her pink lacy underwear, bringing them down to her knees and exposing her thick black pubic hair. My tongue finds her swollen clit with no difficulty, as she lays back and loses herself in the moment. I taste her wet pussy as my tongue outlines her lips. She starts to moan very softly, and I recognize that she is probably close to finishing. Katie was not very vocal, so when sound did escape, it meant I was most likely doing something right. I slid a finger into her tight entrance while I continued to lick her clit. I immediately felt her pussy tighten in response. I slowly slid my finger in and out of her tight cunt as I continued to play with her clit. She did not last very much longer, and as her legs began to quiver I moved up and kissed her deeply on the lips. I removed my finger and lay down in the bed next to her. Her head rested in the crook of my neck as her breathing became more steady. Her arm laid across my chest as she slowly rubbed up and down on my stomach. Being extremely horny at the time, I begin to inch her hand closer and closer to my pants, hoping that she will be willing to touch my dick. After a few painstaking minutes, I finally get her hand just above my dick. I cannot totally control myself with how horny I am, and as a result, my cock spasms, becoming rock hard. This gets Katie’s attention.

“I’m still not very comfortable with doing that yet.” She tells me, suddenly in a very serious mood.

“I’m not asking for sex,” I counter. “Can you just touch it a little?”

“I’m still not super comfortable doing that.”

“Ok. That’s fine. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pressure you.” And just like that the conversation was over. There was nothing that I could say to actually counter her saying that she was uncomfortable with those actions. I lied awake with my dick so hard, it could be a pillar in Zeus’ Temple.

I didn’t sleep much at all that night, and it was not very long after this incident that midterms were coming around. As I have said before, Katie was a very dedicated student. No matter what she felt for me, her studies came before we could hang out. She was incredibly smart, but she was always scared that she was not studying enough for her classes. Because of this, we began to hang out less. We were still together, just not spending every single night together. This was fine, as it allowed me to hang out with some friends, namely Brianna and Leah, that I had been ignoring a little bit since I started dating Katie.

An ice storm began to move through the area beginning on a Wednesday. Reports were coming in that it was going to be bad, and most businesses, schools, and pretty much anything else was going to be closed the following day. Upon hearing that classes were most likely going to be cancelled the next day, the house that Leah lived in was going to be throwing a party. I told Katie that she should come out with us and attend the party.

“But what if classes don’t get cancelled?” She asked.

“Fuck that. This is supposed to be the storm of the decade. Of course they will cancel classes.” Despite my confident speech, she did have a good point. In the three years that I had attended this school, they had never closed the school despite other storms that had passed through.

“I have a midterm tomorrow that may or may not happen. I need to study. But you should go and have fun. I am probably just being paranoid.”

I spend a few more minutes trying to convince her to come with me, but I end up heading over alone. When I got to her house, there were only a few people there but I was early. I didn’t mind though because I knew Leah really well and I could chill with her until the party really got going. I spotted Leah talking to her housemate Allen and a girl I thought that I recognized, but I could not remember from where. I was not a huge fan of Allen. He was about 6’1”, bald, overweight, and a gossip to the fullest extent of the word. In general, I try to avoid gossip because I feel like it always comes back to bite me in the ass, but seeing as I was unfamiliar with almost everyone else in the house, I figured I would try and join the conversation they were having.

“Mark! You’re here! You ready to get week day wasted?” Is how I am greeted when Leah sees me.

“Woot woot,” I declare as I hold up the bottle of Jack Daniels and a six pack of Lagunitas IPA that I had brought with me. “Let’s do this shit!”

“Shots! Shots! Shots!” Cries Allen as he stands up to come over and meet us.

While I am usually fine sharing my alcohol if someone asks, I did not appreciate Allen offering it like it was his. Not wanting to dwell on something so stupid so early in the evening, I agree, and Leah runs down the stairs to grab some shot glasses. I crack a beer while waiting, and sit down in a chair next to the girl that I could not quite place. She had not moved since I had walked through the door, looking as if she was not really paying attention to much. Even sitting down, I could see that she was very attractive. She was blonde and slender, wearing skinny jeans, a tight fitting white V neck shirt, black Converse shoes, and her hair pulled back into a braid. My eyes fell to her fairly prevalent cleavage. Her milk white skin reflected the light that the lamp behind her put out giving her an oddly attractive glowing presence.

“Hey. I’m Mark. Are you a friend of Leah’s?” I try to break the ice with her while Leah and Allen are grabbing the shot glasses and most likely some of the alcohol that they have stored in the fridge.

She looks at me and laughs a bit. “Well I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you don’t remember me. You were stoned out of your mind the last three times that we met.”

Three times? “Oh shit. That’s right!” I exclaim. I remember her a bit more clearly now, but not totally. “Hannah…?” I say questioningly.

“Rebecca” she states curtly.

Well this was awkward. I try to make some small talk, but she was dismissive for the most part. Thankfully Leah and Allen came back soon after our exchange and poured shots for everyone. Rebecca initially refused the shot, but after Leah and Allen (I stayed out of this one) badgered her for long enough she reluctantly agreed.

“To a snow day!” Leah shouts as she raises her glass.

“To Mother fucking Nature!” Allen adds.

I take my shot, glad to get the drinking started with. I crack a beer and offer one to everyone at the table. Leah and Allen both have their own, but Rebecca did not bring anything of her own. “I’m not really a big drinker,” she justified.

“No problem,” I tell her. “But if you change your mind later, you are more than welcome to it.” Fuck. How many times could I put my foot in my mouth. Luckily, I thought, Rebecca was not the only girl who was going to be at the party.

People began to start trickling in, and soon the house was awash with the smell of spilled beer and sweat. I saw both Michelle and Patrick at the party, saying hi to both, and taking a shot with both as well. I go back to the fridge to grab another beer, and I notice that I only have two left when I should have four. I take a beer, moderately annoyed that someone was stealing my alcohol. I take a lap around the house, looking for someone that I knew. It was in the middle of this lap that a huge cheer went up from nearly everyone at the party.

“What happened?” I ask the guy next to me.

“The college just sent out an email. The school is closed tomorrow. WOOOOO!!!” He screams and starts to chug the rest of his beer.

Excited that I would not have to worry about tests or waking up for anything the next day, I texted Katie the good news and told her that she could still come to the party. I went upstairs and found Leah and Rebecca. Leah was talking with some guy that she had met at the party, and Rebecca was sitting next to them looking about as awkward as can be. That is when I notice two of my beer bottles at her feet, presumably empty. I take this opportunity to try and mend the fence a bit. She seemed like a nice girl, even if she was a bit awkward. Before I sit down, I check my phone. Nothing from Katie. I was not really surprised, as she took studying very seriously, but I expected some sort of an update after we found out that classes were officially cancelled tomorrow. I sit down next to Rebecca and say “How was the beer?”

“Oh, well you said I could have some, and I don’t think that I could take this” as she motioned with her head towards Leah acting like a ditz for this dude that she was sitting nearly on top of now “all night without at least some alcohol.”

“Why don’t we go somewhere else and we can just talk a bit and get away from this” I toss my head mimicking her body language towards Leah and her man.

Rebecca playfully hit me and follows me to a less occupied room in the house. We sit down, taking sips from the bottle of whiskey that I had brought and sharing the last two beers. We begin talking about a pop culture class that she is taking. Little did I know, but she was an expert on all celebrity gossip and all news of that source to grace the pages of the internet. I on the other hand was barely aware of anything even remotely celebrity related. The class, however sounded interesting, and before I knew it we were in an in depth conversation about the effects of religiosity on the masses.

“Wow. I did not expect this from you,” she said, loud enough for me to hear, but it seemed as if she was not really saying it to me.

“What do you mean?” I inquire.

“I figured you were a pot head that was more concerned about getting high and drunk than knowing anything at all.”

Damn. Those words took me by surprise. I mean from what she had seen of me it totally made sense, but the blunt statement made me pause. “Well now you know better than to judge a book by its cover,” was all I could manage as I sat up straight in my chair trying to look as proper as possible. By this point I was drunk, and my naturally flirty nature was taking over.

“I don’t know.” She said to me. “You could be faking it for me. I might need to observe you further.”

She looked at me with a coy look in her eye. “I have a girlfriend…” I began.

“Well then I guess you won’t be kissing me then,” was her response. The sexual tension was apparent.

I had never cheated on anyone in my life. It never even crossed my mind, yet why was I here trying to justify it to myself? I had been cheated on. I knew the pain that it caused. Why was this even an option. I took a deep breath. “No. I guess I won’t.” I say in the calmest voice I can muster.

Rebecca looked at me. “You’re a good guy, aren’t you?”

I used to think so, but with this temptation, I wasn’t so sure anymore. “I try my best.”

“Well will you at least walk me back to my apartment?” She asked. “It’s cold and snowing out there and I am a little tipsy.”

I wrestle with the options in my head, but I figure that there is no harm in walking her home. “Sure.”

On the way back, we fight the cold, so there is little talking. We get to her building, and I am about to go back when she says, “You can come in and warm up for a bit if you want.”

My brain knows that this is a dangerous game to be playing as we are both drunk, cold, and at least one of us has been very sexually frustrated for a few months, but I agree anyways. “It is pretty cold outside. I can stay for a few minutes I suppose.”

I enter her apartment and immediately look around. I see her kitchen to the left, very organized with the exception of one of her cabinets being slightly ajar and a dirty glass in the sink. I look over to her living room where there is a simple black futon facing her television. To the side of her futon is one of the largest movie collections I have ever seen. I then see the hall that leads down to presumably the bedroom. Rachel moves to the thermostat and cranks the heat.

“That’s better,” she states as she removes her parka.

She invites me to sit on the couch next to her as she turns on her TV. I take off my coat and sit a full cushion over from her. Even from that distance I become aware that I can smell her perfume that seems to have gotten noticeably stronger since we walked into her apartment. The heat vent was located directly above the futon, warming us up from the bitter cold outside, but now it began to get hot in the apartment. Rebecca noticed as well.

“You know,” Rebecca said. “It’s weird how hot it is in here. I need to cool down.” She then stood up and took off her shirt, revealing the cleavage that I had been staring at for hours. She was wearing a bright green bra with a small bow on the wire in between the cups. My eyes traced her figure from her tits, down her flat stomach, until her skin disappeared into her jeans. I wanted to embrace that body, throw her down on the floor and fuck her. Rebecca obviously saw me staring at her body, and silently took off her pants revealing her matching green thong. I could have been in a coma and still gotten a hard on during this turn of events. My dick was standing straight up, and while I knew that I should leave, I was unable to move. Rebecca slowly walked over and straddled me, leaving her lips about three inches from mine.

“Your move” was all she had to say as we both sat there, waiting to find out the future together.

If my phone had not buzzed right then, I am not sure what would have happened, but it did. It was as if I was immediately sober, and I knew where I was was wrong. I rolled Rebecca off of me, and I told her that I had to go. I quickly walked out of her apartment with a deep sense of shame, but not before I heard Rebecca say “You don’t have to go if you don’t want.”

I looked back, and saw that she was walking over to try and convince me to stay; her long pale legs taking carefully measured steps, her hips swaying in a mesmerising fashion, and her breasts jiggling slightly with every step.

“I need to leave now.” I said. I walked out the door and shut it behind me. Not a minute later I was out in the storm with nothing to accompany me but my thoughts…and my guilt. Continued in Part 3.

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