The next morning I didn’t need to set a wake up call. Despite not showering or cleaning myself after he fucked me the prior night Clay was not just eager but willing to eat me out. It took me a moment to realize. I was laying there happily dreaming and started hearing moaning in the distance. It wasn’t until he slid his finger inside me that I realized I was the one moaning.

I opened my eyes and looked down and saw him eyes closed eagerly going away and my vagina. I arched my back when he hit my spot bringing my hand down onto his head. His hand moved up to my breast and I took it and started sucking on his finger seductively then released and laid back taking the pleasure. His wet finger felt so good sliding across the tip of my hard nipple. I didn’t hold back moaning and rolling my hips. With one roll he flipped me over and pulled my pussy up to his face. He was determined to make me cum. I started begging for his cock and he didn’t disappoint. I’m he fucked me so hard I couldn’t keep up with the moans. Every time I would put my head into the bed he would pull me back up. It didn’t take long to put me over the edge and when I said I was gonna cum. Well screamed at the top of my lungs he came right away.

After falling to the bed I realized it was still dark out so I checked we’d only slept three hours. I tried to go back to sleep but it was too late by that point. So we got up and I made some coffee. I needed something. My hangover was starting. We laid and talked for an hour before I sucked his dick which lead to another quick fuck after which i said goodbye to him and took a shower. Unfortunately for him i don’t think he knew it was goodbye forever.

After the shower I had to turn on a light. When I did I saw how trashed the bed was and realized how crazy the sex actually was. I contemplated actually keeping his number but I knew I would just destroy him eventually and the longer I waited the worse it would be on him, so I deleted it and laid back down until I had to get up. The others made it to brunch before me as per usual and as I was making my way to the table I heard that sweet “morning Cher” from the small little alcove the servers used. I turned and smiled at Chloe. I knew it was her because she has the most adorable way of speaking. She says her Rs and Ls so soft almost like a W

“Oh Cher I told you they were strong” she said gently stroking my cheek “they got you good huh?” I chuckled a little bit as I flashed back to all the crazy fun I had the night before “something like that” I replied. “Well you go sit Cher and I’ll bring you something to help” I turned to walk but she grabbed my arm “hold on” she spin me back and adjusted my hair a bit and put some lip gloss on me “we’re not gonna let those bitches have the opportunity to make you feel bad” she then pinched my cheeks waking me up a bit and said “there go get em Cher” and turned me back slapping my ass. Let me tell you I didn’t hate any of that.

I sat and Janice immediately put in her fake smile “oh there she is. Morning sleepy head. How was the boat?” I smiled as fake as she did “oh it was wonderful. So much fun. Haven’t had fun like that in ages” it was at this point Chloe brought me a coffee and I thanked her “oh we didn’t order that” Janice piped in “I did. I saw Chloe on my way in and asked her for it.” I shot her a wink. As I brought the cup to my face I could immediately smell the alcohol and it made me almost gag. I wondered how much coffee was in with this. I looked at her and she said in creole “it will help kill those demons you got” and shot me the same wink.

“So what sights did you see on the boat?” I took a small sip of the coffee fucking hell hot sauce vodka and god only knows what else. Took all my might to not choke. “Sorry” I began “I really spent more time with the band than watching the sights but you know at one point I definitely saw stars” I said smiling to myself. Fuck yeah I saw stars. “Well I’ll try to take pictures so you can see what you missed” she retorted “oh I didn’t miss anything” I mumbled under my breath as I choked down the coffee. “Well hopefully you got some rest”she began “though it doesn’t look it” she said under her breath before continuing “we have a long day of helping those less fortunate ahead of us”

She began on a long rant about what all we were doing. I wasn’t paying a ton of attention. I was so focused on Chloe and wondering what her deal was. Sometimes I swear she is flirting others I swear she hates me as much as any tourist. I can’t get a bead. As she delivered the food I got irritated because not one of those self righteous holier than though butches even acknowledged her much less thanked her. I made sure when she delivered mine I made a bit of a scene thanking her. Some of the others dropped in their thank yous after. Chloe put her hand on my shoulder and in slow creole said “you’re welcome beautiful (Cher) feeling better. I nodded and she said well enjoy your brunch ladies and if you need more coffee let me know.

See what I mean? Like what the fuck is that? Is it flirty? Friendly? Is she trying to get my number or a tip? When she brought the check I decided to test and see and I thanked her but when I did I made sure to call her a word that isn’t really creole but for its origin. It’s more a local word that I learned. It doesn’t have a direct translation but can be thought like beautiful baby. It’s a term used primarily with one’s significant other. This kind of took her aback and she stumbled, smiled awkwardly the stammered out “I’ll take that when you’re ready” and gave me a stunned look before leaving.

She in fact did not pick up the check. She sent another server to do so and to bring back the card. We all finished. I made sure to drink every drop of my coffee and we headed out “I’ll catch up at the bus stop” I called to the others then detoured to the nook and Chloe. “Thank you again that did the trick.” I handed her a twenty again “I know she stiffed you” she was fairly awkward and fumbled “th th thank you” she said “hope yall have fun today and be careful with the drinks?” She managed to look at me long enough to give a smile. “Bye Chloe. I’ll see you around.” I had my answer. I could walk away with a clear head and heart “Annie” I heard that voice and I stepped back “yes Cher?” I said smiling and imitating her. “That word you used back there. I don’t know if you know what it means but …” “oh I know exactly what it means” I said with a soft smirk “Well why did you use that word? With me?” She asked.

I reached up and put a little tuft of hair behind her ear “why do people normally use it?” She blushed “well I mean it’s usually..” I interrupted again “it’s cool if you don’t feel the same but I just wanted you to know and to shoot my shot. But if you’re not interested”I paused to look around because I’m not outing anyone “or not into girls. That’s fine” I said lower and with a smile. She blushed biting her lip “it’s not that i mean it’s kinda I don’t know how to. Ugh we need to actually sit and talk ya know? Like I barely know you”

I smiled “I would love that. I will be done with them around 3 and then I can be all yours” her smile faded “I have to work at the shop until 11 then my roommate is having her boyfriend and his stupid friends over. I mean I guess they’re my friends too but still “ I just laugh as my phone buzzes. No doubt her highness wanting me to hurry. “What about tomorrow? Do you work tomorrow?” Her smile returns. I picked up the brunch shift here for. Reasons” she smirks “but I’m off right after”

“Perfect” I said shall we meet back here at three? Or if you wanna meet at my hotel” “yeah let’s do that” She says a bit eager and I just laugh “I mean cause I don’t wanna hang out here for an hour after work.” I just nod “totally understand. So three tomorrow” I lean up and kiss her cheek then leave to meet the girls “sorry was getting the scoop on the concert tonight” jasmine rolled her eyes and reminded me they went to it the night before so I could’ve asked. That’s when I realized that when I saw them on the street it was way after the end of the concert and nowhere near the auditorium. I so wanted to ask where they went but then I’d have had to admit to being where I shouldn’t have been.

The serving the homeless part was actually fun. I got to meet some really cool people. And if I’m honest It felt good in a bad way that I was doing all of this in a sheer sundress and nothing underneath. I wondered who all knew and weren’t saying anything. My mind was swirling with thoughts of Adam and Clay last night, with the realization that Chloe was interested, and with a bit of fear for tonight. If I knew were I to go to the bar to meet Adam his if did I would be sliding in me by the end of the night.after we were done we all went to lunch then back to the hotels. They were going to theirs to swim I was planning to go to mine to sleep.

On the way to the hotel I passed a mall and in the window was quite possibly the sexiest and sluttiest dress I’d ever seen. Obviously I had to try it on. I saw myself in it, more importantly saw the looks from the dad waiting for his daughter in the dressing room who couldn’t resist watching me as I looked at myself in the mirror and decided I needed it. Truthfully the rush I got from him checking me out was insane. I definitely showed off a bit for him. As I went back into the changing stall and started sliding the curtain closed I caught him trying to peek in through the reflection and I also saw him adjust for a growing erection. So, I didn’t finish closing the curtain and, despite pretending I didn’t know he could see, I stayed in his view as I stripped down to nothing and stood there letting him take it all in until his wife walked up and got his attention.

I giggled so hard at that moment feeling so accomplished as we periodically made eye contact throughout the store. I was done shopping but wasn’t done being his eye candy. Eventually I paid for my stuff and went back to the hotel planning to take a nap. I walked in and the room had been fully cleaned and the cum soaked sheets I left this morning were refreshed. I took it as a sign that I was too. The idea that a new day, a shower, and a cutting off of the night before would always make me a brand new woman. I laid on the bed so content. Suddenly I didn’t think of Clay anymore. I didn’t think of how Adam degraded me as I sucked him off in that bathroom. Today I was new. None of that happened. Like the sheets, I’ve been washed. Suddenly I felt refreshed and I decided to head to the bar downstairs for a quick drink.

As I sat in the bar drinking I met Roger, he was in town for business, he was obviously married but that didn’t stop him from hitting on me. It reminded me of a time when I slept with someone just like him. A thought that used to give me guilt but in this case turned me on to remember. So I absolutely encouraged him to”naughty boy Roger, what would your wife say” I would whisper in his ear as I held his thick thigh. To which he would say “she doesn’t have to know” or I would hint about the size of his package. “What color are your panties” he would ask “im not sure I’ll have to go to the room and check since that’s where i left them” i replied. It was so much fun. I knew I’d likely not actually do anything because i have Adam tonight but damn I wanted to. He invited me to his room three times but I made excuses. As I left to change for the concert I never went to he gave me his spare room key and said “I call my wife every night at 8:30 so any time before or after. Don’t even knock” I let him walk me to the elevator and let him kiss me before leaving. There is no doubt the old Annie. The true slutty Annie is back.

Later that evening I was headed to the bar to meet Adam and passed Choles shop. I just watched her for a minute smiling. For a second old Annie washed away but she was persistent and I didn’t go inside instead I went to the bar. I got there a while before Adam and had a few drinks and met some men and boys some offered beads for a flash but the bartender had already told me that no one here does that except the one day it’s popular. Honestly, this part was boring and irrelevant other than to say I had a lot to drink and Adam looked fine as fuck on that stage.

Fast forward and we are at the party he invited me to. The house was super cool the art was photos of genitals but nothing erotic. Didn’t keep my horny brain from thinking things. Especially when I saw one I recognized. One is had in my mouth the night before. I couldn’t help but smile.

Adam did what his type does at these things. Paid me just enough attention to keep me interested but ignored me enough to get me to chase him. Which my dumb ass did. So much so that I found myself in a room in the back of the apartment. Obviously the studio of the photographer the party had been in here at one point but moved to the front room as it got smaller. . At least that’s what it looked like for the few seconds I saw it before Adam pinned me to a wall kissing me and fingering me hard.

I was moaning so loud. Luckily the music was a bit louder. The bottom of my dress was hiked up above my hips and the top below my sternum. Basically my $200 dress was now a $200 belt. I was currently wearing a pink thong that he’d jerked off to the side within seconds so I was fully exposed for him. He kept saying in my ear how hot I looked and how much he loved me getting so slutty for him. As I jerked him off and he covered my tits in hickeys. The next thing I know

I lay on my back on this old table covered in half empty solo cups and some paper plates looking up at the ceiling between my ankles. At least we cleared this spot off first. At least I hope we did. This dress was expensive. I’m already going to have to pay to get it pressed since it’s been bunched up around my waist. My panties are already gone. Somewhere over there. Is that him panting or me? Probably both of us. “Fuck you’re tight” he says as his tattooed hand makes its way to my throat. Why is this a turn on for me? I don’t even fully think I know his name. I look over towards the partially open door making sure no one is coming in they have to know what’s going on. I’m so loud. Why am I so loud? I’ve had bigger. But it has been a while and he’s so gorgeous and so forceful. Every thrust makes the table move. Did I make sure he has a condom on? Fuck I don’t care I want this so bad. I look down at his long thick dick sliding in me raw. “Fuck” I say to myself only encouraging him. “I hope your pullout game is good” he just smirks and thrusts harder and faster his thumb on my clit pressing in a circular motion his other hand on my neck giving me just enough hair to moan for him.

I had two orgasms before he finally pulled his dick out and unloaded all over my pussy. If I’m honest I really didn’t want him to pull out and almost immediately my pussy wants him back in. That is until I hear it. Faint at first but as I come back to my senses it gets louder. It’s applause. I spin around and look to the door. There’s a small crowd gathered watching. “Oh my god!” I exclaim and fall to the floor trying to adjust my dress to at least cover myself up while Adam just laughs and takes his bows. I can’t believe this happened I think as I run out of the apartment and down the steeet. I’m two blocks away before I realize I never found my panties. I didn’t care. I needed to get back to the hotel.

Luckily the French quarter is small. I make it to my room and crash on the bed on my back totally embarrassed. I cover my face with a pillow and screamed into it. What the fuck just happened. How did I let it happen? That’s when I realize something else I’d forgotten. I am laying here in my bed with my feet on the bed and my knees bent when I feel something running down my ass. I sit up and look down at the full length mirror at the foot of the bed and spread my legs. My pussy is still covered in his cum. “Jesus how much did he nut?” I don’t want to but I have to check. I carefully pull the dress up over my head as I slip myself down to the floor opening my legs as wide as I can. I reach down with one hand and spread my labia. “Please don’t let there be any inside. Please” I fall back to the bed in relief when I see my opening is clean and clear. Immediately I jump in the shower and clean up. Afterwards I look at Roger’s room key. I could easily go and try and erase this night from my mind. Maybe. But then I remember the clean sheets mentality and I turn the lights off and go to sleep.

I wake up fully refreshed in my clean sheets. I shower and get ready to meet the bitch bunch for breakfast at our usual spot. I see my Chloe at a table taking an order. I was hoping to talk to her a little bit flirting a little but we never got a chance. Turns out one of the girls requested a different server. I made it through the ministry part of our day pretty well just like yesterday. This time though I was eager to return to my hotel and shower and put on something cute but comfy for my personal tour with my sweet Chloe.

I’m sitting in the lobby sipping coffee when I see her coming. She’s so cute but looks sad. “What’s wrong?” I ask leaning in for a hug. She returns my hug then says “can we talk. In your room?” “Sure. Come on” I’m not worried to have her up there since I slept alone. We get in the room and I offer her a drink she declines then reaches in her bag and hands me something that makes my heart stop and my stomach twist. I want to crawl out of my skin and die as I look in the plastic freezer bag and the pink lace thong Adam threw across the room the night before. Suddenly my clean sheets weren’t so clean. Suddenly I am aware there’s a cum stain on the floor at the foot of my bed where I examined myself. Suddenly I’m aware that there’s a towel with it on there. Suddenly I’m aware there’s used condoms in the bathroom trash can. Suddenly im aware that this sweet innocent beautiful girl watched me get railed last night.

I sit back on the dresser the dresser I’m also suddenly aware has a bowl full of condoms on it “fuck” I say softly. “I’m sorry” she says emotionally “I wasn’t trying to invade your privacy but I got home and … in my room… and” I hadn’t even realized I saw a bed and a dresser. It wasn’t a studio. It was a bedroom. It was her bedroom. My hands cover my face “oh my god!” I kneel in front of her “I hadn’t even realized no idea. I was so …” “stop.” She demanded. “I don’t want excuses. I just wanna know why” I look at her “I didn’t know it was a bedroom I just followed his lead” she sighs “no. Why did you say all that stuff to me, pretend to like me, hell you even watched me working, yet the whole time you were planning to fuck him? Like why tease me? Don’t you think I got enough of that?”

A tear falls on her face “no no no.” I began “it’s not like that. I’m not teasing. I truly have real feelings for you. You honestly have let me grounded here. I just…” for the next three hours we sit there in my room telling each other our life stories all the good and the bad and the in between. I learned that despite the heir you get in this city when you get into the schools they’re not as accepting of openly gay people and that’s why she’s always so guarded. I told her about my sex addiction, my time at church, the loss of control I get sometimes. “So wait,” she interrupts, “you’re saying that you don’t have any control when you’re turned on?” “Yes but no. Like I can control myself. Obviously. I was celibate for years. But I was also sober.” I look to see if she understands. “So since I’ve been here for hours and you haven’t lost control is that because you’re sober or I don’t turn you on?” I laugh “Cher had you asked me last night to stay with you instead of going to the bar I would have. I have control with you because you deserve it” she looks up “but I don’t want it” she lunges and starts kissing me.

The next morning we’re still in my bed. I’m sitting naked against the headboard and she’s sitting between my legs. We are looking at each other in the mirror as my hands and eyes trace over her entire body “would you be scared if I said I was in love with you?” I asked she blushed and said “would you be scared if I asked you to marry me?”

And that folks is the long drawn out story of how I met my wife. We’ve been married now for about 10 years and they’ve been the happiest of my life. I’d love to say I was always faithful. I’d love to say she was. But that’s just not what my life is was or should be. But those are different stories for a different time.