0 comments/ 41935 views/ 3 favorites My Graduation By: conz The night I graduated from high School seemed to be the worse night of my life. My mother and step-father were both sick, my boyfriend had broken up with me the month before. I fought back tears the whole time, hoping beyond hope that someone would show up. The only good thing, or so it seemed, was that it had rained and rained all day, making the whole event seem as miserable as I was. I had caught a glimpse of Dave Mann, an old friend of my step-father who was now his enemy. The roses someone had brought to me, just after the ceremonies, had to have come from him but, look as I did, I could not find him anywhere. I quickly changed, hurried out to my car and got out of town as fast as I could. The beer tasted as bad as it had ever tasted but, as I drove around the countryside, it seemed to be the only friend I had in the world. By midnight I was drunk and crying, knowing I was too drunk to drive back into town and make it home. I was fucked! Maybe my car had more brains than I as it headed up this road and down another until, to my utter amazement, I was pulling into David Mann's drive way. Dave stood in the doorway as I staggered up in the drive in the downpour. I stood in front of him, my head bowed down in total shame. Then I looked up at him as my tears blended with the drops of rain running down my face. "You are crazy, aren't ya?" Dave grumbled, uncrossing his arms and motioning me to come into his house. "Thanks for the flowers," I said in a half-whispered voice. "You deserved them," he replied dryly, leading me into the dimly lit living room. Sitting down on the couch, he eyed me as he pulled a cigarette from the crush proof box of Viceroys. I saw his eyes move up and down my body as he lit the cigarette, tossed the lighter to the coffee table and shook his head. "I'm sorry," I said, fighting back the tears. "I just can't go home right now." "I can see that," he said, shaking his head, the familiar crooked grin pulling at the right corner of his lips. "Come on, let me find you something to wear and we'll get those clothes dried. How is that for a start?" Once in the bathroom, I tried to strip out of the wet clothes, made no easier by my drunken state. When Dave opened the door a little, handing me one of his shirts to put on, I handed him my blouse, pants and socks. "All of your clothes, young lady," he insisted. Quickly I stripped off the wet bra and panties, handed them to him as I turned to put on the large, plaid shirt. With the shirt on, I looked up to see myself in the mirror. My face turned beet red as I realized I must have just gave Dave a good show of stripping. Going back to the living room, now finding it impossible to look him in the eye, I found Dave waiting with a blanket to wrap around me. Once I was wrapped up and sitting in a blue easy chair, he offered to get something warm for me to eat. At that instant it seemed so much like the times I had come over to go swimming in his pool a few years earlier. I had to smile as I accepted his offer of hot food, remembering how he had walked in on me once when I was changing out of my skimpy bathing suit. Hell, I told myself, he hadn't seem anything he hadn't before. I looked around the dark room, remembering the times I had sat here just like this: Late at night, the lights turned down and a movie playing after Dave had made a big bowl of pop corn. I had been hot for him then. I looked around the dark oak paneled room... I still was hot for him, I thought with a drunken giggling. Movies? Something caught my eye from the other aside of the room. The VCR was playing, the numbers slowly clicking up on the counter. I wondered what he had been watching, reach down and picked up the television control and turned the big screen on. Instantly, the movie caught me eye as I fumbled for the "MUTE" button. A man and a woman, both naked, playing their own version of "reach out and touch someone". She was riding him on top, her big breasts flopping up and down, back and forth as she slammed her body against his. The man's fingers, clawed, played and tried to keep up with the thrashing tits above him. My God, Dave was watching porn! "You shouldn't be watching that," Dave said dryly, bringing a plate with two hamburgers and hash browns on it, sitting it down and reaching for the controller. "No," I giggled, pulling the controller under my blanket. "I think its cool. Come on, let me watch." Dave shook his head and sat down on the couch. "You need to call your mother," he insisted. "You can take the spare bedroom and sleep it off. Don't want you on the road in your condition." My mother was less than impressed with her drunken daughter. She bitched me out then demanded I put Dave on so she could talk to someone at least able to act like and adult. I handed the phone to Dave and, with a big grin, headed back into the living room to watch my first porno movie. As I passed the front door, a great idea came to my mind. Tossing the blanket to the floor I quickly dashed out into the rain, running as fast as I could to my car, then dashing back to the house with the last six-pack of beer under my arm. "Jenny!" Dave hissed, coming back into the room to find me not only watching the porn movie, but dripping wet as I gulped the beer down. "What am I going to do with you?" "Come on, Davy," I laid the little girl trip on him. "Its my graduation... You only get one of those you know." "You're all wet again," he said, trying to keep a stern voice as he handed me the blanket. "Oh, I'm sorry," I laughed, unbuttoning the shirt, slipping it off and tossing it to him as I wrapped up in the blanket. "Is that better?" I asked, amused by the shocked look on his face. Dave sit down on the far end of the couch, trying to ignore me and the movie. I slid down to him, took the last two swallows from the beer, sitting it down on the coffee table, then laying my head on his lap, just as I had done so many times when I thought we would always be the best of friends. "Think I'm as pretty as she is?" I asked the silent man. "Oh, God yes. Even prettier." "I missed you, Davy," I moaned, curling up under the blanket. "Missed you too, babe," he replied, laying his left hand on my thigh. "Davy? What is wrong with me? You know, I feel so stupid not having anyone there for me tonight. Damn it! I just feel like no one cares any more." He moved his hand from my hip to my dark auburn hair, running his fingers gently through the wetness. "I care babe," he whispered, turning the television back off. "More than you even know." I rolled over on my back, looking up into his eyes. "I cared, Davy, and you acted like you hated me as much as Jim. Was that fair?" He took a deep breath, looked out the window as a distant bolt of lightning painted the curtains a blue-white color for an instant. "Jenny... Ah, understand a lot of things, please. I just couldn't go around that moron and, seeing you only would have made me want you even more. Do you understand?" His fingers moved along my cheeks. "Well," I whispered up to him, not feeling at all drunk now, "he isn't here and I ain't some fifteen year old." I think Dave and I both knew where this was going to lead at the same instant. His hand moved down to the top of the blanket as our eyes search each other, the dimness of the room seemingly bringing out so much more from our eyes as he hand slid under the blanket, moving down to rest over my right breast. "Pretty small, ain't they?" I sighed, feeling the warmth of his skin as he explored my now fully erect nipple. "Pretty nice," he chuckled, his right hand playing in my hair to the same beat his left hand danced to. "You know," I whispered, putting my hand over his, "you always made me feel so good." "Well," he chuckled, "I think you feel pretty dang good. But, you going to regret all this in the morning?" "Like you always told me -'only one way to find out'- so I guess I'll let ya know in the morning." "You know how long I've wanted you?" He asked, getting up and unwrapping me from the blanket, then spreading it out on the floor, motioning me to get on it beside him. Eighteen, drunk and here naked on the floor with a man over twice my age. Even drunk I loved the feel when he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as our lips met. 'Not bad," I thought, his tongue exploring my lips unlike the boys my age had ever done. His lips moved from mine to my forehead than to my left ear. His lips encased my ear lobe, pulling on it playfully before his lips came into contact with the side of my neck. "Oh. Yes," I moaned out as goose bumps sprung up all over my body. I stared at the ceiling, hearing both my labored breathing and the rain falling hard outside. I could not believe I was naked with Dave as his lips moved down towards my chest with each new, hot kissing. Slowly he kissed downwards towards my heaving breasts, each kiss taunting my mind with hot thoughts. I could feel my wetness as his lips encased first one nipple than the other. His tongue lashed out till my nipples were hard enough to hang clothes from then, as my fingers clutched at the quilt, he seemed to try to inhaled my right breast as deeply into his mouth as he could. My mind was awash in passionate feelings, now made wilder as his fingers played up and down both side of my slit. My hand moved to his head, pushing him down off my breasts. Downwards he kissed and licked, taking a few moments to lick deeply into my belly button then, with my help, his head moved downwards towards the spot I wanted him to pay a lot more attention to. As if the fingertips running up and down my wet slit wasn't bad enough, his lips kissing softly on each side as he positioned himself between my legs, was literally driving me crazy. Up and down, back and forth he kissed as if a hot whispering. I felt my hips rising to the needs of my mind. His hands slipped under my butt, pulling me higher off the floor, opening me to his kisses. Suddenly his tongue was in me. I gasped out, my hands grabbing his head and pushing him even deeper into my steaming wet needs. His tongue ran slowly from the bottom of me to the very top, return and was forced into my deepest and wettest hole. Stabbing hotly into my love canal I felt my first climax building in the pressure cooker of my mind. Faster and faster he tongue-fucked me. I felt my tits heave as my breathing seemed to stop, a deep groan escaping from my lips as my mind exploded, forcing my hips his to beat against Dave's face as I felt a deep shuddering as my juices seemed to explode with my mind. Several times he took my over the edge of my own feelings, creating a tempest of howling emotions that swirled unabated in my brain. I could here my moans become torrid screams, but they now seemed cast from someone so very far away. My mind was in control now, and it only demanded more and more of the pleasures Dave was giving me. No longer was there any thoughts of my being here only to please him as his tongue washed over my clit with an unrelenting pace that seemed more a demonic dance than anything else. I watched with deep gasping as Dave stood up and stripped. I felt him pushing my legs up till my feet were flat on the floor, then heard my own demonic scream as he slowly enter into my seething wetness. Dave made it a slow show as he made sure he set the pace of entering me so slowly that it was driving me up the wall. With a loud grunt, I thrust me hips up, forcing him deep into me. I wanted him to fuck me, and fuck me so hard but, as his lips taunted at my hard nipples, he just kept himself deep inside of me. "Come in me," I hissed, moving my hips in a tiny circle. "God damn it, please fuck me hard." Slowly he withdrew his swollen cock till it was on the verge of leaving me then, with a sudden yelp from my lips, he slammed his body back against mine. Harder and harder he bore into me, his lips and tongue now ripping into my mind from nipples that only wanted more and more of his lovemaking. I came once, my body slamming against him and the floor as he kept the pace the best he could. The next thing I knew, he was really going at it, moaning and groaning loudly as the pace became piston-like. With a loud grunting sound, his body slammed against mine and froze as his juices exploded deep inside me. I could not take my eyes off his as he stared down me lustily. No, we didn't turn right around and start making love a few minutes later but, as the sun started to add its light to the surrounding world, Dave rolled me over and made simple, slow love to me before we feel asleep. Yes, I graduated that day in many ways. That afternoon I went home, packed my belongings and moved in with Dave. And, no, we didn't rush out and get married- but that is something we do talk about- like some had thought we would. We set up house, made a lot of love, had our share of arguments and built our relationship one brick at a time. My Graduation Ball I thought I looked terrific as I walked toward the main ballroom, the site of my University Graduation Ball. I was feeling great, really great. This celebration was the climax of my student years. I had spent three years studying my little heart out, working hard, not going out, and concentrating on my business course. I had managed to get good grades all year, so I felt sure my exams had gone well. It was time to party! I had planned my outfit for months. I didn't have lots of money. I certainly couldn't afford to buy a new dress. But I had begged my grand parents and, as a joint birthday and Christmas present, they had a gorgeous dress made for me. It was just perfect for this special day! Besides, my grandparents certainly didn't object to buying me any item of clothing, if it would get me out of the baggy jumpers that they hated me wearing. The dress must have cost them a fortune; I had gone in twice for fittings, and it hugged my body just perfectly. It was made of white satin material; it was strapless and deliciously tight around my chest. The perfect feel of a custom gown was a new one for me, as dresses never fitted me around my chest. If you hadn't guessed, I have a large chest, a large chest and large hips. My curvy figure, combined with my being 5 foot 8 inches, means that I stand out. And throughout my years at university, I hated that feeling. At the time I was not so used to showing off my figure, for most of my life I had concentrated on hiding it. I had resorted to flattening bras and baggy jumpers, hoping to blend in. I guess my discomfort with my body dated back to those awful changing rooms as a girl, when my large breasts would attract unwanted attention and derisive comments. I came to realize later that a lot of the talk came from jealousy. But tonight was part of my metamorphosis. I felt like a butterfly recently evolved from an ugly caterpillar. Tonight I was going to be proud of who I was and what I looked like! But more about that dress. It fell from my hips, ending about an inch above the floor, providing, that is, that I was wearing 4-inch heels. My problem was that I didn't own any. Luckily my sister had a pair of white strappy shoes that fitted the bill perfectly. She had paid nearly three hundred pounds for them and had worn them at her wedding. It had taken a lot of convincing to get her to let me borrow them. They were almost the identical white as my dress, strappy, sexy and high. They were the kind of shoes you could just look at and think they were going to be murder to wear. But they weren't. I suppose that is the advantage of paying three hundred pounds for shoes--not only do they look great, they don't hurt. I showered, then wrapped myself in a towel and did my makeup. I was taking my time and doing it properly. I even opened a bottle of wine so I could savour the leisurely process of getting myself ready. I had carefully chosen my underwear, a brand new strapless bra and matching knickers, both made of ivory coloured satin. I looked great in them! They hugged my figure like a second skin. The bra did not flatten me at all, like all my others. Instead, it pushed me up and out, offering my luscious breasts almost as a gift to whoever wanted to partake. I had never seen my breasts looking so huge, so full, round and perfect. The sight of my wondrous globes, combined with the sexy little thong riding high between my ass cheeks and my white hold up stockings, made me think that I looked sexier this evening than at any other time in my young life. As I looked at myself there in the mirror, I imagined a strong pair of hands sliding over my back, slowly caressing my shoulders, before descending to lift my breasts from their confines. I closed my eyes and saw him caressing, compressing them against my chest. I could feel my nipples hardening at just the thought of it. I cupped my breasts and slid my hands over the sensuous fabric of my bra. I caressed them gently, imagining it was him. The thought, the touch sent shivers down my spine. I was tingling all over. Now completely caught up in my fantasy, I reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. I moved my hands over my now naked globes just as I imagined he would. I cupped them tenderly in my palms, savouring the weight of them, the fullness. Then as I held them as he would, I began to make little circles around my erect nipples with my index fingers. I moaned softly as I felt my swelling nipples pull the skin tight, and I slowly raised one breast just far enough to allow me to tease the nipple with my tongue. I shivered again as I first felt the wet texture of my tongue on that most sensitive spot, and I could feel the nectar begin to moisten my thong as I left a shiny trail of saliva around my areola. Using one hand to fuel my growing arousal by pinching and tugging on one hard nipple then the other, I slid the other down my stomach and inside my thong. My fingers moved as I imagined his would, diving straight into my moist mound. I was amazed by how wet I was! As my finger brushed against my raging clit for the first time, I shuddered. I should have been getting ready for the graduation ball. But instead, there I was, standing in front of my mirror bringing my self off, imagining a set of hands caressing, and taking me. My bra was at my feet, and my fingers were very much buried deep inside my thong. In moments I felt the waves of pleasure coming, about to rush over my body. Suddenly, I heard the door open behind me. I spun around and was confronted by my housemate! Her look was one of sheer horror. And my look must of matched hers. I felt myself blushing uncontrollably as I quickly pulled my hand from my thong and tried cover my tits from her view. After a painfully long moment, she turned round to leave without saying a word and closed the door behind her. I flopped down on the bed, horrified. I had just been caught masturbating in front of a mirror! My stomach churned in embarrassment! But I didn't have time to dwell on it; I had a ball to go to. I quickly rearranged my wet thong, slipped my bra back on and picked up my dress. But when I slipped the dress over my sexy lingerie, my day started to go wrong. As I looked at myself for the first time, I realised I had a problem. Since I had been for the dress fittings I had been through exam revision and coursework deadlines. When I work hard I eat, but worst of all I eat crap. Crisps, chocolate, coke, I eat it all and I eat lots of it. Looking at myself in the dress I was devastated that I could clearly see where my underwear was. There were ugly lines spoiling the look of the dress, leaving me with a huge decision. I carefully took off the dress and stripped myself of my underwear, leaving me only in my stockings. When I slid the dress back on, it looked much better! It was still tighter than it should have been, but there were no underwear lines anywhere. And the tightness was supporting my chest without the bra. Actually, being almost naked under the gown felt quite liberating, quite adventurous and exciting. My stomach jumped at the feeling. I had never gone out without underwear before, and just the thought of it made me feel so naughty, like a bad girl. ******** As I walked towards the ballroom, completely naked under my long dress apart from a simple pair of hold up stockings, I was determined to let my hair down and have the night of my life. I had consumed several drinks with my friends, trying to loosen myself up a little. Then I saw him! I was so glad that I saw him before he saw me. It gave me time to let my eyes take him all in without having to worry about being caught staring. He looked amazing in his dinner jacket. His suit had a really good cut, fitting his wide shoulders perfectly before tapering down to his slender waist. I stood there just looking at him speechlessly, just as I had done at the back of so many of our lectures together. He was wonderful; ever since I had first met him, I had had the most incredible crush on him. I had spent many pleasant hours daydreaming about him, about how his arms would feel, about how his chest would feel with my head resting gently against it. I knew they were only daydreams, though; he had no idea who I was. He was always busy making the skinny blonde girls laugh. Or scoring tries on the rugby pitch. He looked even better on the rugby pitch, his confident strides capturing the ball and at the same time the hearts of all the females in the crowd, as he scored another seemingly impossible victory. We had spoken once, in our very first week. I had seen him going into a bar whilst I was on my way home from the library. Despite being inappropriately dressed for a bar, in a conservative black roll neck jumper, a knee length skirt and a pair of suede knee boots, I followed him inside. With butterflies in my stomach, I joined the queue at the heaving bar next to him. As the crowd jostled around me, I allowed myself to be "accidentally" pushed into him. As I felt our bodies touch, I looked into his eyes and smiled my prettiest smile. I put everything into that smile! I tried my very best, through that smile, to let him know how much I wanted him, how much I wanted to be his, and that he could do as he wanted with me. And as I waited, my heart in my throat, he simply returned my smile, as a courtesy, apologised and turned his attention back to the bar. Invisible, that's what I was to him! My heart was broken. I turned and went home, alone. I tried to get past him. I caught up with ex boyfriends at home; I saw a few guys here and there. But he always managed to creep into my fantasies. In my weakest moments he was there, waiting, smiling, and loving. But as I entered my final year, my work got more hectic, the stress piled on, and I stopped seeing him around as much. The lectures he shared with me began to get less and less frequent. Slowly I had got past him, I had got over him. Or at least I thought I had. Standing there looking at him, all the feelings rushed back. My heart fluttered, and the naughty thoughts crept back into my mind. What would it be like? I tortured myself with thoughts of how his chest might feel, crushed to the side of my face. How would his arms feel on my shoulders as they slid my dress from me? But it was just a daydream, a waste of time. Why was I wasting my night looking and lusting after a man with whom I stood no chance? Yanking myself back to reality, I was about to avert my eyes from him, when the strangest thing happened. For no reason his head turned and he looked straight at me. For one moment, the briefest instant, our eyes met, and a broad smile spread across his face. I felt my cheeks flush instantly. I instinctively looked away, breaking the contact. But before I did I saw something that made my heart leap. Lust! He wanted me, it was there clear as day in his eyes. I couldn't believe it. He had looked straight at me, not through me, but straight into my eyes. And he liked what he saw! I sipped my drink nervously, unsure of what to do next. My heart was beating fast, my knees felt weak. I turned my attention to my friends, best to play it cool. Best to pretend it hadn't happened. He must have been looking at somebody else, I convinced myself, somebody behind me. "Oh, I think you have an admirer," my friend chirped up out of the blue. "Don't turn around," she said directly at me, "but I think that guy over there fancies you." A huge jealous grin spread across her face. "Don't be silly," I responded, feeling my face flushing. "Seriously, he can't stop looking at you, he's eyeing you right up! I told you that dress looked good on you," she smiled. "It's the guy by the pillar, in the well fitted dinner jacket?" I asked carefully, not believing my luck. "So you spotted him too, do you know him?" She said smiling at him over my shoulder. "Yes, he is on my course, we had a couple of lectures together, I've noticed him, he is really fit, but he's never noticed me before!" I said unable to keep the broad smile from my face. "Well he's noticed you now babe, you're in there!" "Really?" I asked my voice a little too high with excitement. "You really think so?" "Well look for yourself if you don't believe me," she said with a smile. Gently bringing my arm under my bust, I gave the material of my dress a slight downwards tug, widening the expanse of creamy breasts and cleavage that was on show. Then I seductively turned my head over my shoulder, and with a quick brush of the hair to the side of my face, I seductively met his eyes. And I repeated my smile of three years previously. All my years of lust went into the smile, all my desire, my burning need to feel his arms around me. It was my best 'come and fuck me' look, and this time it got a reaction. It was his turn to look away nervously, but within seconds his eyes were back on mine. Then they quickly flicked down to my figure, as he did his best to take me all in without staring. Moving subtly, I pushed my chest out a bit more, making my already sizable tits bigger still. Then I turned back to my friend. "You see what I mean?" She giggled, "He wants you!" I returned her excited smile, after making sure he could not see it of course. "I know, and he is gorgeous!" "You go girl!" my friend said, "He's still looking. Right, I am going to go to the toilets, you go to the bar or something and see if he comes over." "No, no, don't go," I said nervously, for even after all of my daydreams, all of my fantasies I still had no idea what to say or do. But I was too late, my friend headed off towards the toilets, leaving me, in my ivory dress, alone at the side of the room. Without turning round, I crossed to the bar. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked, and I could feel the excitement churning up in my stomach. I had to be steady, and most importantly, I had to be sexy. I just about managed it. A couple of my steps had been a little clumsy, it was hard not to be a little wobbly in these 4-inch heels, but I thought I had managed to pull off the sexy hip sway I was hoping for. I joined the hustle of the crowd at the bar, and moved forward, past those that had been served. I could only have been standing at the bar for about a minute when I felt a large hand rest on my hip. It landed there gently, it rested lightly almost hovering. I knew it was him; I could tell in my heart. My heart began beating even faster. He had come over to me! I counted to ten in my head, then turned round slowly. It was hard to play it so cool, but I knew how important this was. I knew how little it would take to blow the moment. To my joy, when I turned it was him. My feelings were confirmed. I smiled and our eyes made contact. "You're on my course aren't you?" he said, his charm oozing from every word. I nodded. "Yes that right, I think we had a couple of lectures together in the first year." I was desperately trying to sound vague. The last thing I wanted was for him to know that I remembered exactly how many lectures we had shared. "Mind if I step in front? I wouldn't normally push in, but it's just that I can get us served quicker. I know the manager here." He smiled warmly, moving slightly closer towards me. Knowing that to step in front in this crowd he would need to squeeze closely past me, I smiled with anticipation. "Feel free," I said, turning myself at an angle with my back to him. As he slid past me, I deliberately pushed my ass out a bit, so his crotch would be forced to brush against me. My plan worked and the thin satin material of my dress allowed me to feel him. I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him, and I was positive I could feel his hand lightly just skirting the surface of my ass. There was no contact, but I knew it was there, trailing behind his body over my bottom. As soon as he was past me, he raised a hand at the bartender. The guy nodded instantly, letting him know that he would be the next customer. Then he turned back to me, his eyes flicking down to my breasts quickly. I could forgive him that, in fact I was pleased that he noticed them. I was even more pleased when his eyes met mine again. He was even better looking this close up. Every line, every hair, was perfect to me. "What do you want to drink?" he said, placing his hand on my arm. His touch sent a little tingle through me. I was in no doubt now, he was definitely flirting. "O let me see. A glass of white wine please." I said whilst trying to move a little closer to him. He turned back to the bar and placed the order, and I manoeuvred myself so that when he turned back from the counter with his drinks, his arm could not fail but to brush against my breasts. My efforts weren't wasted as he turned round with the drinks, his arm pushed firmly against my left breast. It wobbled at the impact and he stopped instantly. His eyes dropped to my breasts and then returned to my eyes. I could see in his eyes that he could tell it was no accident. We were only inches apart. He turned his body so we were now both square on. Our chests pressed together as the crowd jostled us, and his hands were either side of my waist, trying to balance a drink in each one. Suddenly, I thought, "To hell with coolness." I decided to take a chance, a once in a lifetime move. It hadn't worked three years ago, I thought, but this could be the last time I would ever see him. It was a gamble I knew it, but a great gamble. I lifted myself on my toes and pressed my lips to his. It was a slow lingering kiss. A kiss that obviously didn't catch him by surprise, as his arms closed in on my waist and his lips responded to mine. After a beautiful few moments I pulled away and looked at him. "What did I do to deserve that?" he asked with the biggest grin across his face. "You smiled at me," I said with a little cheeky grin, amazed that I had come up with such a great line on the spot. "Then I will have to smile at you some more." He smiled, as he offered me a glass of white wine. "Sounds very good to me." I said, taking a big gulp. "Not here though," he said, indicating the crowd surrounding us. "Shall we find somewhere quieter?" I nodded; this was like a dream come true. I was doing so well. My heart was racing, and my eyes were beaming. I had just kissed the man of my living fantasies and he wanted me to do it again. I had never dreamed my ball would go this well. "Where do you have in mind?" I asked him as he led me out of the room. "How quiet do you fancy?" he said back. I was about to answer that I would prefer as private as possible, when he spotted a free table in the corner and he led me over to it. I followed him a little disappointedly. We sat around the small table, holding eye contact with each other. As we talked, it was amazing how much we had in common. I told him how I had watched him playing rugby, and how good I thought he was. He told me how beautiful that he thought I was and how good I was looking in the white dress that evening. We complimented each other for a while, taking turns to be bashful and flattering. Then he dropped the bombshell. His girlfriend! I began to feel a bit weird, a bit panicked. Had I just made a fool of myself? I didn't know where to look. I was about to get up and walk away when I felt his hand on my thigh. It wasn't a pinch, it wasn't a grope. It just rested there, matched to the gradient of my thigh. He was telling silently that he didn't want me to go anywhere, not to move, not to worry, and that I ought to hear him through. He went on to explain how he and his girlfriend weren't getting on, how she didn't understand him. How she was boring him. It turns out she was one of the captains of the netball team. They were a big group of predatory girls, they drank, spoke and acted like a hen party most of the time. Drunk and loud, they were the kind of girls that used to laugh at me in changing rooms, the kind of girls that push girls like me out of the way to get to what they want. My Graduation Ball He described his girlfriend as short, petite and skinny, almost the complete opposite from me. Apparently, she was completely unadventurous in bed. Their sex life was crap, and she wouldn't try anything that he wanted to. Which is where I walked into his trap and volunteered that I was up for trying anything once, and that there wasn't much that I would never do. In my defence I think the wine and the situation had something to do with that particular claim. It wasn't a complete lie, it was just that I hadn't had the opportunity to experiment much, but I was determined that given the chance with him, I would be adventurous. "Shall we go somewhere even quieter?" he eventually asked softly, his hand now much higher up my thigh than it had been earlier. I nodded silently. But inside I leapt at the idea! I knew what it meant, but then I guess I wanted it as much as he did, if not more. I knew I would be earning myself a reputation; I would be making a lot of enemies. I had no doubt that his girlfriend was probably as popular as he was. Popular and with lots of scary friends, all of whom would most likely have a problem with what I was hopefully about to do with her boyfriend. I knew there were so many reasons why I shouldn't be suggesting to him the hotel across the street, but I knew this was my one chance with the man I'd been fantasising over for three years. I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't do anything. We crossed the street to the hotel and the butterflies in my stomach were starting again. What if somebody saw us? They would know what we were going to do. What if his girlfriend saw us? Then she would know. Everyone would know and talk about it. But then I looked at him, and I didn't care. This was our Graduation Ball; I was never going to see any of these people again. So what did it matter what they thought of me? There was no one on the street anyway, no one to see me crossing the street with this tall dark man. We entered the grand hotel reception; I was in the lead now, with him lagging slightly behind. It was thankfully empty, apart from a very bored receptionist, who was tapping her fingers on her counter as we approached. "How can I help you?" she said with a piercing look, that said she knew exactly what we were doing, and that she knew exactly what kind of girl I was. Well 'sod her' I thought, what do I care what some receptionist thinks of me? I flashed a smile at her and produced my credit card. "A double room please," I told her coolly. "I am sorry, all of our double rooms are booked out for tonight," she said with a look that said that she wasn't the least bit sorry. "Would you like two singles?" I looked over my shoulder at him, my heart jumped again as he smiled back. I was so close. "One single will be fine," I smiled equally as falsely, and handed over my credit card. "That will be £90 then," she said swiping the card through the machine, as I gulped at the price, hoping that my card wouldn't bounce. The card cleared and she slid the room card over the counter. "Try and keep the noise down, we do have respectable guests staying here as well." Her voice was just loud enough for me to hear. My cheeks flushed at the accusation, but I wasn't going to stop and argue now. Not when I was so close. My heart was pumping in anticipation. The room was huge, bigger than we needed. Clean, no actually pristine, with the biggest and most comfortable looking single bed that I had ever seen. We closed the door, and pulled each other together, our lips locked, and our hands, tongues and whatever else we could use began to frantically explore each other's bodies. It was amazing! So worth waiting for. It felt great to be in his arms; it felt great to be kissing him with passion. He was a wonderful kisser, his mouth was able to whip me into a frenzy of excitement. It gave me everything I needed and yet left me hanging for more His hands found their way to the zipper on my dress and began to pull it down. Mischievously I broke off our kiss and pushed myself away. Then in one of the most confident moves of my entire life, I pulled the zip down, and making sure I had my back arched to amplify the size of my chest, my hips and rear pressed out slightly, and my stomach taught I let the dress fall from me. And I stood in front of him clad only in my white hold up stockings, my sister's white strappy shoes, and my tiny necklace. His reaction was everything I'd hoped for; his jaw literally dropped. His sparkling eyes moved from my high heels, past my calves, slowly up my white stockings, past the stocking tops, to the creamy skin of my thighs, past my little blonde thatch of hair, past my stomach, over each of my breasts and finally rested on my face. His eyes met mine with a look of awe. "You are amazing," he said, pulling me towards him. I melted into his arms, my heeled feet stepping from the dress and my naked chest pressing against the rough material of his dinner jacket. I could feel his arousal pushing against my thigh. His lips met mine and we kissed again, then he started trailing kisses across my neck, and nibbling on my ear slightly. Each nibble sent exquisite little shivers of arousal down my spine. He reached and cupped one of my heavy globes. "My god, your breasts are amazing," he said as he gently caressed one, then the other. Within a few seconds he had lowered his head and was pulling my nipple into his mouth. It was the most sensuous thing I had ever felt. The sight of this man between my breasts was driving me crazy! I arched my back more to press my globes out even further towards him. I was getting seriously aroused now; this was already the best sex of my life. He was making me feel like a goddess; it was such an aphrodisiac! He lifted his head, but continued caressing my tits. I could tell he loved them. "Have you got a condom?" he asked. I shook my head. "But don't worry about it, I am taken care of," I lied between gasps. I wasn't going to let the lack of a condom stop me, not when I was so close. I would simply get one of those morning-after pills from my doctor tomorrow. That would take care of everything. "That's great, you are amazing! I always fantasised about taking you without a condom" he said, moving us backwards towards the bed. I didn't know what to make of that comment, but at that moment I was quite prepared to let it pass. Laying me down on my back, he stood up, and quickly rid himself of his dinner jacket and trousers. He now stood before me in just his shirt and boxers. As I lay there in my stockings and heels, I watched him marvelling at my figure as I marvelled in return at the huge bulge in his boxer shorts. Then he began to unbutton his shirt slowly, each button revealing more of his tanned muscled chest. Now it was my turn to be in awe! I was still admiring him when I felt his now-unrestrained cock pressing against my inner thigh as he joined me on the bed. I lifted my head to try and get a glimpse of that wonderful tool that I had fantasised about for so long. But my tits, despite having moved to either side of my chest by gravity, blocked the view. Then his warm lips pressed against mine, taking away any thoughts of seeing his cock at that moment. I felt his hips moving forward, and one of the most amazing moments in my life began. I could tell he was big, but I was more than ready to take him. I had been aroused from the time I'd first seen him that evening, and my arousal and my wetness had just kept building. He slid that wondrous cock into me, slowly at first, then fully with a final hard thrust. And it was the most contented feeling I'd ever experienced, as our bodies met and melded together. He filled me perfectly, as if we'd been designed to fit together. "You are amazing," he whispered, as his hands began to get more and more firm on my tits. Squeezing them, grabbing them, grappling them, overloading my senses. His lips were doing the same to my neck, my ear and my lips . . . little nibbles, little licks, little kisses . . . more generosity than I had ever had before. Then his hips began to move, which in turn moved the huge erection that was now buried deep in my over aroused pussy. I gasped and groaned; it was as if he had instantly found the special place inside me. He was touching and stimulating exactly the right spot. I had never felt like that before, no one had hit the right spot so soon, no one had hit it this constantly. This was truly an amazingly deep sensation, a deep pleasure. More pleasure than I deserved, more pleasure than I was sure I could take. He began to escalate everything, the thrusting, the caressing, the kissing. I stood no chance. There was no defence I could put up. It was unstoppable! The waves of orgasms were approaching, and all I could do was moan, scream, buck and cum. Boy did I cum! When it hit me, it was ecstasy. Pure pleasure, pure sexual satisfaction. So much stimulation, so much emotion; it all combined to render me motionless. I couldn't control any muscle; I tensed completely, every muscle taut. My jaw hung open, though no sound came from my lips, no screams or cries. He continued pounding into me, and when those delicious spasms finally passed, I could breathe and pant again. I began to buck my hips with him, my tits wobbling in his hands, my muscles clenching and caressing his cock. I had felt so good at his hands, I wanted him to cum, to feel the way he had made me feel. It was his turn to cum, and it overtook him with virtually no warning. One moment he was pounding into me with abandon and the next his cock sank deep into me and stayed there. I felt the streams of cum filling me, spreading warmth deep inside me. It was a perfect feeling, a feeling of belonging, a feeling of satisfaction, a feeling of achievement. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, pressing our two very sweaty bodies against each other. Both of us panting, trying to get our breaths back, both of us truly and completely satisfied. I felt his erection slide from me, followed by a little ooze of cum which spread along my inner thighs. I didn't mind, after all, it was his cum. I couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true! I was so happy and so satisfied; it had been the best sex ever. Not only did he look gorgeous, but he was a talented lover as well. I was so lucky. We lay there for about five minutes, still breathing heavily from our exertion and lost in our own thoughts. Neither of us spoke, until I got brave and I decided to try a wicked idea. An idea that had been part of my fantasy since I first met him. Gently I rolled him off me, kissed him on the lips and sat up by his side. "What are you..." he started to say, before I silenced him by pressing a finger to his lips. "Something that I have wanted to do to you for a long time," I answered. Then without giving him time to think about what I was doing, I moved my head over his crotch, and sucked his flaccid penis into my mouth. I was immediately filled with the taste of his spunk and my own juices. It was a powerful and delicious combination that reignited that fiery need for him deep inside me. I hungrily sucked at that wonderful cocktail of our mutual cum and allowed it to slowly trickle down my throat. So much thought, so much fantasy had gone into this moment. I didn't want disappoint myself, or him. And I didn't. I sucked, bobbed, licked, and pumped his beautiful cock. I gave myself totally to pleasuring it, yes, even worshiping that beautiful appendage that had brought me such pleasure only moments before. It wasn't long before I felt the blood rushing into it again and it began to fill, then stretch my mouth and lips, as it hardened once again to its full size. As I felt the big head swell and press against the back of my throat, I tried to draw as much into me as possible. I could feel my own arousal building again, and from the way he was shaking and moaning, I could tell that my ministrations were having the same effect on him. As his length became far too much for my mouth alone, I enlisted my hands to pump him and make him believe there was a lot more of him in my mouth than there was. The eroticism of the moment was practically beyond description! Then, I looked up at him and saw the naked lust, the pleasure in his eyes. He loved it! And that aroused me even more, in fact, it set me on fire. And then I looked down again at his cock, which was now shiny and slick with my saliva. I remember thinking what a beautiful cock it was, so perfect in length and firmness. I was certain that he had used it to conquer many women, and I knew in my heart that I was one of them. "Stop," he whispered suddenly, gently lifting my head with his firm hands. I whimpered softly at being interrupted in my adoration of his beautiful cock, and gave him a questioning look. Without saying a word he rolled me over on my stomach and raised my hips. Knowing what he wanted, I tucked my knees underneath me and presented myself, my wet cunt, to him. I loved to be fucked from behind, and I smiled to myself as I imagined him pounding into my pussy from behind. Just the thought of it was almost more than I could bear. I felt his cock touch me, just at the top of my arse crack. I was so turned on, that I nearly came just from his touch. Then I felt him guiding it slowly downwards, sliding very slowly, taking his time. I could picture it in my mind getting slowly closer to my waiting pussy, about to claim it as his own for the second time that night. About to pound into me and take me once more to a screaming climax. But he stopped short; his cock had only got as far as my tight little anus. I assumed he was only pausing momentarily to tease, to heighten my pleasure. But then he started pushing. "Your in the wrong place, you're too high," I whispered gently, assuming he had made a mistake. There was no answer and to my horror I felt the pressure increase! Before I could say anything more, I felt him sink into my anus. "No, that's my A..." I cried out in a shriek of shock and pain. It could only have been the tip of him popping in past the tight muscles at the rim of my ass. But it stung like nothing I had ever experienced! It was intense, it felt like burning. I was being stretched wide open, how far open I couldn't tell, but I didn't like it. "Your in my .." I started to say. "I know," he interrupted, "I am just doing something that I have wanted to do to you for a very long time!" he said his voice husky with desire. "You want it, too, don't you?" It wasn't what I wanted it at all, actually far from it. But I hesitated. My first thought was to tell him to get himself out of my arse. I had survived my 22 years without having anything put up my bottom and I had no wish to change that situation. I knew of some women who said they enjoyed it, but I always got the feeling that happened after a lot of pain. And I had no wish to get hurt. Plus, if the beginning was anything to go by, then it was going to hurt a lot. But then I thought about what he had said, that he'd wanted to do it for a long time. My mind raced with the possibilities. Did this mean that the whole time I'd been lusting after him; he had also been lusting after me? Had he been as entranced by me as I had by him? Thoughts flashed rapidly through my mind. Maybe anal sex wasn't that bad after all . . . some people quite enjoy it . . . maybe I'd enjoy it . . . just a matter of getting used to it . . . he made me feel so good . . . maybe he deserves it . . . it's the least I can do. Then I thought of his girlfriend. She who was not adventurous in bed. Maybe this was my chance to prove that I AM adventurous enough for him. After all, I'd always said I would try most things once. Obviously, now was my time to try anal sex. My mind kept racing . . . what would he think of me if I denied it to him . . . would I blow my only chance of keeping him . . . it's such a little thing . . . would giving in let me win him permanently? Finally, all I could do was nod, to let him know that I DID want it and that I wanted him to be the one to do it to me. A simple nod of the head and I voluntarily gave away my anal virginity to a man who I had only kissed for the first time about an hour and a half before. Then I buried my head in the pillow and tried to prepare myself. I was nervous; I knew it was going to be painful. But I had made my mind up and I was committed. I couldn't show him that it was hurting. I couldn't let him see. I had to be strong. That wasn't going to be hard though, with my face buried in the pillow and my ass high in the air for him. He would probably not even be able to tell what I was going through. So he began pushing in, increasing the pressure slowly forcing himself into my ass. It burned, and it stung. I could feel my tightly coiled ring stretching around the wide shaft of his cock as it pushed deeper and deeper into my bowels. I tried to relax, tried to make it easy on myself, but it hurt more and more the further he pushed. I felt alone, my face buried into the pillow. I wanted to cry out but I couldn't; I didn't want him to hear me. I wasn't sharing the moment with him; I couldn't see him. I couldn't even feel him really. All I could feel was the burning, and the tearing. All I could feel was something too large for my poor anus being forced into it, agonising centre metre by agonising centre metre. My dream was turning into a nightmare. I couldn't take it any more; the pain of my anus was intense. I could just imagine my poor unlubed muscles tearing and splitting. I couldn't camouflage it. It was too much for me. I let out a little whimper followed by a cry of pain. I couldn't help it. It just was more painful than I had ever thought it would be. He stopped instantly; within seconds he had removed himself completely from my arse. He turned me over and kissed me on the lips. "I am sorry, I didn't realise it was hurting you. You should have said something. I thought the way it was going in that you had done this before." I looked at him, and he looked so sorry. His deep, dark eyes were filled with concern, checking to see whether I was all right. His manly hand softly stroked the side of my face, wiping the tear tracks off it. My just heart melted, he was so handsome, so caring so perfect, I felt I had let him down. I felt I had let myself down; I had committed to something and not been able to see it through. I could feel his cock, still massive and solid resting on my inner thigh. "How long have you wanted to do this to me?" I whimpered. I needed to know how long I had been a fantasy, no matter how sordid, of his. "Since I first saw you." My heart leapt, this was no one-night stand. He had wanted me as long as I had wanted him! He felt the same way about me! I was ecstatic. "You have wanted me for that long?" Seeing him nod, I made up my mind. If this was the culmination of both our fantasies, then the least I could do was try again. At least I now knew that he would stop if I wanted him to. I wasn't going to let him down, not after finding out that it was such a long held fantasy for him. To be totally honest, after hearing him admit that he had fantasised about me since we first met, I would have let him do absolutely anything. Although, is there much worse than letting yourself be sodomized on a first night? Well, at that moment, those questions were all far from my mind. "Let's try it again," I said softly to him. He looked at me in what I can only describe as a boyish mixture of surprise, excitement and wonder. It was as if I'd just offered him the best present in the world. Maybe I had. "Are you sure it's ok," he said looking me deep in the eyes. He was so sincere, so cute, so caring. My Graduation Ball "Yes. But please be gentle," I whispered, "This is the first time I have let anyone do this to me." "It's your first time!" he said genuinely surprised. "I am so sorry for rushing it before. When you agreed to do it without lube I felt sure you must have done it before. We'll do it slower this time," he finished his sentence off with a long trailing kiss on the lips. "Come on then," I said smiling at him. I started to roll over and he held me still. "No wait, I have a new position for you to try," he said. With that he lifted my stocking-clad legs up so that they were resting on his shoulders with my high heeled feet behind his head. He pushed a pillow under my bottom, cushioning me and raising my arse up right in line with his straining erection. For the second time that evening I felt the head of his cock push against my anal entrance. I almost cried out as I felt a little wave of pain from my abused sphincter muscles, but I controlled it. I didn't want to scare him off again. Within a couple of seconds he had popped passed my tight ring and the tip of him was inside me. It might have been the new position or the fact that my anus had already had a good couple of inches of him in it, either way he sank in a lot easier this time. It still hurt, but I could see his face this time, I could look into his lust-filled eyes. I could see how much pleasure he was getting from my body already. I felt much better about it and knew I was going to be ok. He closed his eyes in pleasure and pushed himself a little deeper. The burning began immediately as my muscles yielded to the pressure. One of his hands reached down and grabbed one of my breasts roughly; the other gently caressed my cheek and then slid down to my still sopping pussy. It quickly found my raging clit and began to gently move in light circles. I moaned appreciatively and without warning, more of his erection slid into my bowels causing me to gasp in surprise. I could feel my insides rearrange, I felt full. The shafts of burning coming from my anus were telling me that I could take no more, but the little shafts of pleasure coming from my clit were telling me that I wanted to take a lot more. Which was good, because I was getting a lot more whether I wanted it or not. Slowly, and seemingly unstoppably centre metre after centre metre of his huge manly erection was disappearing into my previously one way ass. "Almost there," he said, sliding his hand down my cheek supportively, "You're doing well," he said with a cheeky grin, deliberately being patronising. I stuck my tongue out at him playfully at that comment. He looked at me, feigned a little hurt look, then he replaced it with an "I'll show you look". And without warning, he forced the rest of his huge cock into me with one violent and final push! My whole body exploded with pain, he had gone straight to ball deep. I instinctively tried to cry out but no sound came, as his thrust had knocked the wind out of me. I felt full, so full, as if the cock was going to appear out of mouth. He leant forwards and pushed a long deep kiss onto my lips. It was a good kiss, but it was a powerful kiss, a dominant kiss, in two swift moves he had shown me who was boss. He had shown me that I was submissive to him. And I kissed him back, showing him that was a state of affairs I was very happy with. "You're so tight, you feel amazing," he whispered as he nibbled my ear. He then pulled his hips back a little and drove himself ball deep once again. I grunted involuntarily as he knocked the wind out of me again, but it didn't hurt so much that time. His fingers continued to caress my clit, stirring my feelings, helping to overpower the pain caused by the stretching of parts of me that hadn't ever been that stretched before. He repeated the move twice slowly and then began to build up a rhythm. "Gently," I moaned. He was really starting to pound into me now. I could see the muscles rippling on his chest, I could see the pleasure on his face. He looked amazing! He looked like a god, he was acting like a god, a god that had been offered me as a sacrifice, a virgin, albeit an anal virgin and he was taking that virginity for all he was worth. He certainly knew what he was doing. I was totally in his power. With the combination of the sight of him taking me, the thought of finally attaining this man of my dreams, the stimulation of my clit and the very naughty thought of how roughly I was letting him take my anal cherry, I started to cum. Not a polite orgasm as I'd had earlier. Instead, it was a sordid, low, screaming, body shaking, slutty kind of orgasm. When it hit it hit big! It was powerful. It consumed my whole body. He smiled down at me as I shook and bucked and screamed. It was so perfect, cumming at the hands of this beautiful, beautiful man. As the waves of pleasure began to subside, he stopped and held himself perfectly still, smiling at me in an "I knew you would like it" kind of way. I gazed up at him with a questioning look, why had he stopped? "Would you complete my fantasy," he whispered, "and finish what you started earlier?" Without really thinking it through, I smiled and nodded. I knew that he wanted me to suck him off, I knew that he wanted to pour his cum into my throat, and I knew that his cock had just been deep in my bowels. But I nodded anyway. It seemed appropriate, it seemed so right. Why not complete my descent into whoredom completely, why not capitulate to his fantasy, why not break more personal taboos? Ass to mouth, I knew what it was called; I knew what I would have normally done to anyone that had suggested it. And yet here I was about to do it! I guess I wanted to do it for him, for his pleasure. With hindsight it was also a good way to avoid cum streaming out of my ass for the rest of the night. I flicked my stocking legs off his shoulders, and his still huge erection popped out of my anus. I ignored the sudden empty feeling in my bowels, and pushed him onto his back. His magnificent erection stood proud from his body and even looking at it made me go weak. I moved my head towards it and gently kissed his thighs, delaying the moment of truth for a few seconds longer. I looked up at him, right into his eyes; I could see the anticipation there, the lust. I could imagine him looking down at the white stockinged girl of his dreams about to give him his ultimate fantasy. Though I am sure if I had seen myself, I would have seen a white stockinged slut about to suck her own anal slime off his cock. But I was caught up in the moment. I couldn't wait to feel his cum in my throat. I said the words I needed to say, "I love you," and before I had time to see his reaction, I closed my eyes and plunged my mouth deep over his erection. My nose wrinkled with the bitter taste, but I had set myself a challenge, especially after what I had just said, and there was no going back. I was determined to give him the best blow job of his life. I sucked vigorously, ran my tongue over his tip inside my mouth and pushed my head further down on him. I pushed him to the entrance of my throat. Afraid of gagging I pushed no deeper and I began bobbing. Up and down, up and down, licking, sucking, cleaning, tasting. My juices and his juices . . . this act was the culmination of so many emotions. It didn't take him long. Before I even realized, the first spurts of his hot cum splashed against the back of my throat. Gulping it down thirstily, I continued sucking the ribbons of cum from his wonderful cock, taking his essence deep into my belly. For the second time that evening my body took his sperm. Twice in one evening he had made me his. I continued sucking long after he had stop convulsing; long after the last of his cum was in my stomach. I simply didn't want the moment to end. I didn't want to see his response to my proclamation. I was sorry I had even said it, but I had meant it. It was his firm hands that stopped me, lifting my head off his cock and pulling me up to him. He placed a long, lingering kiss on my lips. I lay there in his arms, finally feeling compete. For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged to someone. Not just anyone, but the man I wanted more than anyone else. He had wanted me, and he had had me. While I lay there in his arms, the perfect moment continued. There were no questions and no doubts, just a satisfaction, and the warm contentedness that great sex brings. It was him that broke the silence, "I believe, you have a ball to go to, can I get you a drink?" I looked up at him, kissed him slowly and deeply on his lips, and sat up. Apart from the burning sensation coming from my newly stretched anus, I felt great. Picking up my dress off the floor, I stepped into it, pulled it up on me, and zipped it up under my arms. Two orgasms, two deposits of cum inside me, anal sex, oral sex, and I was still ready to go to the ball in under five seconds. "I'm just going to go to the bathroom and I will be back in a couple of seconds," I said. And with that I left him to touch up my makeup. When stepped out of the bathroom, he was still there, but once again looking pristine in his dinner jacket. He offered his arm. I took it, and together we left the hotel. Of course, I tucked the room key card into my handbag as a memento of this most perfect of nights. Then, we crossed back over to the ball. I never dreamed my Graduation Ball would go so well. It was a dream come true for me. Entering the ball with my dream man on my arm, I felt fabulous. The stickiness on my thighs, the soreness of my ass, the taste in my mouth, all usually would be unpleasant. But tonight I loved them because they belonged to him. Nobody else knew about the naughty remains of our lovemaking hidden under my ivory gown. It was our secret. To anyone else we looked like a normal couple. I was sure people were looking at me with envy. And not one of them would guess that moments before he was sodomizing me in a hotel across the street. But all of a sudden it changed. He spotted a skinny blonde standing amongst a group of other girls. They all were beautifully made up, and once again I felt like a clumsy giant just looking at them. I knew instantly who it was, it was her, it was his girlfriend. She was here at this event! My mood sank immediately, I felt nervous, and terrified. What if she knew, what if she knew what I had done! What if she told everyone what I had let him do to me? Luckily, though, she hadn't seen us, she was still talking to her friends. We could easily slide to a side room and no one would know. Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. To my horror, he immediately dropped my hand, and flashed me an apologetic look. "Give me 10 minutes," he mouthed at me as left to join the group of girls. He was instantly the centre of attention, laughing and joking with them. I watched them, how she was instantly all over him. And suddenly I felt very alone, very worried and very stupid. I nervously and slowly made my way to the bar. Odd parts of me started hurting--my thigh muscles, my back--bits that had felt so good a few moments ago, now were reminders of my stupidity and of my naivety. I waited at the bar for 20 minutes. There was no sign of him and no sign of my friends either. All that I had left was his cum gently oozing out of my pussy and down my thighs, and a sore tender anus that stung whenever I moved, and a sick feeling in my stomach as the mixture of his cum and my own anal slime began to take its toll. All of it reminded me of what I had let him do to me. And what for? To be abandoned at the bar. I felt so stupid, so empty, so used. I was completely devastated. He wasn't coming back for me, why would he? He had got everything he wanted. All his talk had been bullshit, and I had bought it. He had got more from me than anyone had ever had, and he had dumped me like a rag. Close to tears I ran almost as fast as I could from the ball and got a taxi home. As soon as I saw my beautiful underwear on my bedroom floor where I had left them, I began to cry. I tried to convince myself that if only I had worn them, none of this would have happened. The tears came even faster as I took off my sister's shoes. They had seemed so perfect and sexy, and now they were an unpleasant reminder. They had stood for something good and beautiful before and I had ruined that. Now they stood for stupidity and sodomy, just as I did. I cried myself to sleep, my hold-ups, my underwear, my dress and shoes sitting at the bottom of the bed, reminding me what a fool I was. I awoke to a knock on the front door. I buried my head in my pillow, determined to ignore it. I didn't want to see anyone today. But the knock came again. The third time I knew I couldn't ignore it. So I slowly wrapped my dressing gown round me, and knowing I looked my worst, smeared make up, swollen eyes, bedraggled hair and all, I went down and opened the door. It was him! He was on my front door and with flowers, a big bunch of flowers spilling from his arms. "I'm now a single man," he said smiling at me.