The drugs were really hitting me; it was becoming hard to focus. “No no I’m fine…. Sex Making my way back to my friends I wondered what I would tell them. When my eyes opened he was handing me a wet hand towel to clean myself with. By the time I reached my house I felt beyond sick. He squeezed them while taking turns flicking first one nipple then the other. Finally I walked out of the bar into the cool night air, just what I was getting myself into I wasn’t sure. He slowed down to catch his breath. I sucked like there was no tomorrow. My hands rested on his knees as I leaned slightly back and road him hard and fast. He stayed on top of me for a few moments catching his breath. “Did you sleep with someone?” His voice was shaking and tears rolled down his perfect face. He began forming lines. The taste in the back of my throat nearly making me gag. Heck the only reason I had the pot was because I’d bought some for my mother (that’s a whole other story). By the time I reached my house I felt beyond sick. My hands rested on his knees as I leaned slightly back and road him hard and fast.
