The summer after I graduated college, I returned to my small hometown; as described in my first story, it was a mostly conservative and religious town and I’d spent my four years away becoming rather depraved, so I was not exactly thrilled about being back. However I basically had a guaranteed job offer via family connections and it was too good for me not to take; I planned to work there for a year or two to get experience and then move away again.

I really wasn’t into the idea of moving back into my parents’ place, though, even briefly while I looked for an apartment, and so I ended up staying for a month or so at a place an old high school friend of mine, C, now had with his girlfriend, R. It worked out pretty well; they had a spare room, and I threw in a bit for the month’s rent. They both worked a lot and had jobs with evening and weekend hours, so I often had the place to myself.

C and I had never been super close friends or anything but we knew each other fairly well. R was the same girl he’d been dating back in high school, but I only ever knew her in passing. I did know that she’d cheated on him in the past and they’d broken up over it but gotten back together.

R looked as good as I remembered from back then. She was a petite, brown-eyed brunette who always showed ample cleavage and wore short skirts when she dressed for work since she was a bartender. The view was a nice perk of the living situation.

One day R came back from work early. When I asked why she was home she told me she’d gotten fired from her bartending job. When I asked why, she was evasive. What was clear was that she didn’t want C to find out, and was worried because the end of the month was coming up and she wouldn’t have her part of the rent. She asked if I could spot her some and keep it quiet while she looked for another job.

I told her I had to know what she was so afraid of C finding out about. Finally she admitted to me that she got fired because it was found out she was sleeping with a manager there. She swore that it was over, but I reassured her that I didn’t have any problem with it. I told her that I would be glad to help her out with the rent, and that if she showed me what she’d been doing with her boss I wouldn’t even ask her to pay me back.

She was clearly pretty shocked by that, and declined, but then when I started writing her a check she asked what exactly I’d want her to do. As I placed it in her hand I held onto it and stroked her wrist. I told her we’d have to play it by ear, but she could start by getting on her knees.

Once she was down there, all the initial hesitation cleared away. She took me all the way down her throat immediately, which I loved – I always find it boring and pointless when girls start slow.

Soon we moved into my room and I was putting a condom on while she started getting out of her work clothes. As I fucked her from behind, I made her tell me how many guys she’d cheated on C with. She said eleven. I asked if that was counting me and she said no, so twelve. I told her I liked cheating sluts like her and spanked her hard. She moaned loudly, clearly enjoying the treatment. I told her we’d work on getting it to thirteen after I was done with her and she moaned her agreement.

I had my way with her for the rest of the evening until C was getting home from his job. The rest of my stay there was plenty interesting.