Bad Girl 4

The following morning I woke up with a terrible headache, and an even worse sore anus. I fell back on my bed then remembered I had a free day today, thanks to my uncontrollable dance night. Then it all came back to my head in a flash: fucking with that stranger in the bathroom at the club, while drunk. Ignoring Jeremiah, then feeling guilty. It all fell onto place.

 

I felt even worse. I had not only forgotten about jeremiah, I also lied to him and fucked some random stranger. I can’t be like this anymore… I always say that to myself, but I never do anything about my behavior. I knew I needed to make up for what I had done, and ask Jeremiah out, but I was feeling and looking too terrible at the moment to even consider going out of my house.

 

I was so lucky I got a day off, so I could rest from the agitated party night. I checked my phone, only to find I had zero messages waiting for me. I suppose that since my friends dropped me in my house by themselves, they would not worry much. However, having no messages from Jeremiah did catch my attention.

 

I decided to text him good morning, to see if he was still content with me. I hope I did not get him upset or anything, which would make me feel even worse. I sent the message, then waited for a few minutes. He usually replies to me within moments, but he was taking his sweet time now.

 

I decided to get out of bed, then take a shower to maybe clear my mind a little. My ass was not as sore anymore, but as my hangover faded away I remembered more and more of what had happened. I remember the guy I fucked; tall, dark-skinned, handsome with a deep voice and a large pecker. No wonder he left me sore.

 

Even if last night was crazy, thinking about what had happened made me horny. I think this high sex drive is what is getting me in trouble, I just can’t seem to resist fucking the first guy in sight. Even without noticing, I was now rubbing my clit with my fingers as hot water fell over me. I fingered myself slowly, twisting my fingers inside me.

 

I snapped back to reality from my horny haze, then walked out of the shower. It was 9 a.m by now, and I walked back into my room to check my phone. No new messages. At this point, I could only imagine Jeremiah was either ignoring me or was genuinely upset at me. That bummed me.

 

While lamenting my stupidity, someone knocked on my door. I went to it, with my towel still wrapped around my body, to see who was at the door. I opened the door lightly to have a crack to peep outside, and there I saw him. It was my mysterious lover from the other night, the one whose name I could never get. The one who fucked like a champion.

 

I opened the door completely, and he asked if he could step in. I nodded, and he was inside my house in a blink. I quickly closed the door behind him. “It’s nice to see you again” he said, taking a few steps around my living room, as if he was examining it. “I guess I can say the same about you” I said, now with a smile.

 

“Are you in a hurry to go out?” he asked with a handsome smile. “I was just taking a shower, but I am going to stay here” I said back. He smiled upon hearing this. “This makes things easier, then.” He said these words slowly, then walked towards me and grabbed me by the hip. “It’s good that you have no clothes on. It’s easier” he said, then took my towel off.

 

I was entranced by his characteristic charm, and let him do as he pleased. He held me up then sat me down on my kitchen’s counter, then began fingering me. My body responded naturally to him, I just spread my legs open for him to do as he pleased. He began licking my vagina and I could only think about how this was so much better than my own fingers.

 

“Your asshole is reddish. Were you seeing someone who is not me?” he asked seductively, then continued to eat my pussy. “I can play by myself” I said, lying. I think he believed me. “I can do something that is better than leaving you by yourself” he said, then stood up and took his cock out of his pants, penetrating me right after.

 

I let out a muffled moan, then began to feel my insides getting juicy and twitching. He really was much better than my hands, and he was even better than the guy I fucked last night. He bent down to suck on my tits, fucking me in a really hot motion while doing so. “Isn’t it better?” he asked, then kissed me on the neck while fucking me harder.

 

And it really was better. I was going crazy over him, and he knew it. He pulled out and let me gush over him, getting his shirt wet with my vaginal juices. In the middle of the hot and sweaty sex, I could hear my phone ring from across the living room. He did not pay attention to the phone, and he would not let me go pick up. However, I knew it was Jeremiah.

 

The sexy stranger held me up again, then took me to the living room and threw me on the couch, then jumped over me and plunged his cock inside my pussy, ramming me forcefully as he sucked on my tits. This position was much better. He seemed to enjoy it more as well. He pulled out, then put his face on my vagina again.

 

He dove his tongue deep inside of me, and my twitching pussy squirted into his thirsty mouth. I caressed his hair as I did, then he stood up and put his penis on my face. I jerked him off while sucking it, and within moments he came into my mouth. “We came into each other’s mouths” he said, then chuckled. I just giggled.

 

He dressed up, or rather, put his pants back on, and I wrapped myself with my towel. We looked as if we had not just fucked each other. He walked towards the door, and I followed behind him. “I’ll see you again” he said coldly, then walking away as I standed on the door. Again, I had no chance to ask him his name.

 

When I closed the door behind me, I remembered my phone was ringing minutes ago. I went running to my room, to see it was Jeremiah who was calling me. I sent him a quick text asking what had happened. He replied within moments, and said he had not replied before because he was sleeping. Of course, silly me. It was 8 a.m when I texted him, after all. I forgot he was a heavy sleeper.

 

“I was wondering if you still were interested in having a date, tomorrow” I said in my text. He replied almost instantly again, which made me note his eagerness. He was not upset at me at all, or so I inferred. “Of course! Wherever you want to go is fine” he said, and I was relived. At last, I was doing something about my terrible behavior towards him.

 

“Let’s go get some ice cream after work” I said. Suggesting an innocent date right now seemed appropriate, and I knew he loved ice cream, anyway. “Sure thing, sounds perfect” he said, then I sat down to relax my body. I had totally forgotten my sensual visit from earlier, and my body was tired from fucking so much.

 

I wanted to take things lightly with Jeremiah, so no sex for us for the time being. In fact, I decided just now not to have any more sex for a while. I am totally out of control now, and I can’t even recall who I fuck or where, it was all becoming a thin, blurred line between real satisfaction, love and sore holes in my body.

 

I was feeling much better morally now, but my head still hurt.  I took a pill, then laid down on bed. I was actually looking forward to tomorrow’s date, it will be a good change of pace. Then, I got a new message from Jeremiah. “What are you doing?” he asked innocently. He was trying to hit a conversation up with me, and I appreciated it.

 

After all, among all these guys I meet, fuck and leave, Jeremiah was the only one whose affection I could feel being genuine. He was a caring person and right now I could not recall why we had broken up in the first place. Maybe us coming together was the right thing.