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[F]ate Got [M]e Laid [Squirting] [Cheating]
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santinomig is a female in cheating
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Beads of condensation rolled slowly down the ice cold pint glass sitting in front of me. The blaring sound of 10 different TV's airing the local baseball game drowned out the evening dinner rush around the bar. It had been a long day at work, and I needed a quick beer to calm my nerves. I worked in an extremely high stress environment at the time, so it was just nice to zone out the end of the bar. I downed the rest of my beer, tossed a crisp $5 bill on the counter, and started to get up. Just as I turned to walk away, the bartender tapped me on the shoulder and handed me another ice-cold beer.

"I appreciate it, but I'm good John. Just one for me tonight," I said turning back around to leave.

"Hey, this one's not on the house... it's from her," John replied, motioning to the other end of the bar, arm still outstretched with the frost covered pint glass, "She said she used to know you or something like that." I looked down to the other end of the bar and saw an empty stool.

"You must be fuckin with me man," I laughed, I was a regular at that bar, and John was always one for a good joke.

"Naw man, I swear," John started, "She was right there a second ago. She was this thin framed young woman with dark hair, hazel eyes, and a blue dress. She didn't give me a name though. Just sent this beer over to you and said once you taste it, you'd remember her."

I quickly glanced around the bar, but didn't see anyone I recognized. John shrugged and set the beer down in my spot. He walked down to the other end of the bar and picked up some cash near where he claimed she had been sitting.

"She musta left already," he shouted over to me.

I shook my head, knowing full well that John was just messing with me again. Either way, there was a free, ice cold beer sitting in front of me that I wasn't about to waste. I looked up at the game on the TV closest to me, already putting the whole incident out of my head. Absent-mindedly, I took my first sip of the beer. I was just about to yell at John for serving me some cheap piss beer, when the overwhelmingly fake lime flavor hit my tongue. It was Bud Light Lime (so yes, cheap beer, but let me explain)...

Within an instant of tasting that beer, my mind shot back to college... my mind shot back to her... All those nights we had together. All those times we spent in each others arms. All those shitty Bud Light Limes I drank with her because she wouldn't drink any other beer. My heart skipped a beat. She was here??? My eyes frantically shot around the bar. I even stood up and looked in the dining area but did not see her. I returned to my spot at the bar and shook my head in amazement. My mind rushed 1,000 miles a second. Where is she? Why didn't she say hi? What is she doing here? I thought she had moved? Seriously, what the fuck???? My head swelled with all the thoughts racing through my brain. I needed to get home. I downed the beer, wincing at the taste, but needing the cold liquid in my veins to cool me down before heading out into the 95ΒΊ summer night. I slid the glass down the bar to John and waved goodbye. Before he could ask me about her or beer, I was already out the door. Since I lived just a block away, I began the short, but sweaty walk home.

As I turned the corner around the bar, my heart skipped a beat again. Katy stood there, in a blue sun dress, holding a six pack of Bud Light Lime. I didn't know what to say. I was speechless. She was more gorgeous than before. Her hazel eyes looked blue and had a bright spark in them that begged me to come closer. Her skin was more tan than I remembered, and her petite figure had gained some definition. She wasn't the cute college girl I used to know. She was a beautiful woman now.

"Hey, can I buy you another drink?" she asked, smiling.

"Sure..." I stammered, "Uh... my place is just down the street if you.... wanna catch up," I replied.

She nodded and smiled at me again. We started walking. We didn't say much until we got to my place. I unlocked the door, flicked on the light, and threw my suit jacket on a chair. She went right into the kitchen like she owned the place and threw the beer in the fridge. She then handed me a beer before sitting on the couch. I sat on the recliner across from her. As excited as I was to see her, we hadn't ended on the best note, so I decided to keep my distance. We awkwardly pushed through a 30 minutes of small talk before I couldn't take it anymore. I blatantly asked her why she was here.

"I took a 3 month transfer back out here for work," she replied.

"No... not 'why are you in town?' Why are you HERE??? In my apartment," I countered.

"It's a long story.... I am in this shitty relationship with this jackass from back home..." she began. The spark inside me immediately died.

"Ah," I said curtly, standing up and motioning her to the door, "I am not doing this again Katy. We aren't in college anymore. Between working all the time... and ya know... being a fucking adult, I don't have time for any drama. I don't need this shit in my life."

"Wait! Wait!" Katy burst out as I walked over to open the door. "Just hear me out for one damn second. I didn't come out here to find you. I know we both burned that bridge a long time ago. I am surprised you even agreed to talk this long with that famous temper of yours..."

"Fair enough," I replied. "Then why are you here?"

"I took the transfer to get away from him for a while, to clear my head, and decide what to do," Katy sighed. "I didn't look you up before coming here, in fact, I didn't plan on running into you at all."

"Sure..." I laughed sarcastically.

"No, I am serious," she argued, "I literally got off the plane a few hours ago, picked up my company car, and headed to the address of the hotel they have me staying in. That bar was the closest one around. I walk in, and who do I see??? I am literally here, in this crowded fucking city, for less than 5 hours, and the one person I see is you... Now, I don't know about you... but to me, that is fate. And if you don't believe any of that... my plane ticket is still in my purse."

I stood there dumbfounded. Katy pulled the plane ticket from her purse and handed it to me. She wasn't lying. My mind was eased a little. I grabbed us another round of beers and we slowly started catching up. We reminisced about our on-again-off-again hook up stage, our serious relationship stage, and finally our parting ways. After her and I split, we both finished up college and got into the workforce. I had dated around but never anything serious. My job called on me to travel too much to hold anything steady. Katy, on the other hand, had been with the same guy since shortly after her and I broke up. He was pressuring her with marriage and she wasn't sure what to do. She didn't have the guts to leave him though. We talked long into the evening, killing the six pack, and starting in on my stockpile of beer in the fridge on my balcony. With each additional drink, the conversation effortlessly turned from innocent memories to filthy recollections of our sexual past together. The spark started coming back. The summer heat drifted through the screen door and turned the air thick. We could tell nothing good would come of that night if we kept going down the road we were on. We stopped drinking.

Eventually the conversation paused. I broke the silence by telling Katy that it would be best if we continued this another night. Our buzzes were both starting to wear off, yet the sexual tension was still there. She agreed. We both had to be up early the next morning for work, and it was late. She helped me clear the empty beer bottles from the coffee table then asked if she could use the restroom before she left. When she returned, I was standing by the door to let her out.

"I noticed the cologne in your bathroom is the same scent you wore back in college... Funny... I didn't smell it on you tonight," she mentioned coyly.

"It's been a long time. Maybe you forgot what it smelled like..." I replied calmly, yet all the while feeling the sexual tension growing stronger.

"Or maybe I just didn't get close enough to smell it on you..." she smirked, her voice trailing off.

Katy approached me slowly, as a lioness approaches its prey just before the kill. I knew that look and that walk all too well. I had seen it thousands of times before. I stood with my back to the door, and reached for the lock. As much as I wanted her, I knew the amount of drama it would create would not be worth the pleasure. Just as I turned over the deadbolt, I felt her silky soft hand firmly grip mine and reset the deadbolt behind me. Her nose brushed against my neck, as she breathed in a mixture of sweat, cologne, and beer. She moaned ever so softly, drifting back into old memories. The sound of her moan transported me right back with her. I could never help myself around her; so just like that, all over again, she went in for the kill.

Katy sunk her teeth into my shoulder, just below my neck. Not too hard, but just enough of a nibble to snap me out of my stupor. Despite fighting it all evening long, this was honestly what I really wanted from the moment I took that first sip of Bud Light Lime. Immediately, I took control. She continued to kiss, nibble, and suck her way up my neck, as I picked her up and slammed her against the door. Without missing a beat, she loosened my tie, unbuttoned my shirt, and started working on my belt. Our lips met for the first time. Power surged through us both as we kissed. It was magic. It was more addictive than any drug or drink ever created. Our breath became one, and with each kiss, we sunk further and further into darkness. In that moment, we were back in college. The kisses became more and more forceful as I felt my slacks hit the floor. Kicking off my shoes, I picked Katy up and carried her into the kitchen. As I set her on the table, she slipped off her small blue thong.

Lifting up her dress, I could see her perfectly manicured strip of pubic hair running right down to her wet pussy. I pulled her to the edge of the table and she laid back. Gripping the edges of the table tightly, she moaned my name as I slipped the head of my cock through her pussy lips. I pushed slowly into her, inch by inch, until she was completely filled by me. It had been so long, yet it was so familiar. I slowly eased back out of her, then back in again. She was lost in pleasure. We barely began to pick up speed and she let out a long moan that she was already there. Her chest flushed red, her lips contracted around my cock. The build up to that moment had been to much for her. I asked her if she needed to stop, and she shook her head no. Taking it slow, I started to build up speed again. Before long, she came again. This time shivering with sensitivity all over her body. She popped up off the table and wrapped her arms around me. I held her tight as she relaxed. I asked her again if she needed to stop, but she begged for more.

I laid her back down onto the table. Her bright pink lips were dripping with her cum. This time, gripping her hips and holding her down gently, I slowly slipped my throbbing head into her. Pushing deep inside her, most of my shaft was engulfed by her tiny pussy. I started thrusting again, even slower this time. Gradually with every few thrusts, I picked up speed. She moaned and bucked trying everything to fight the urge to cum. She begged me to hold her down tighter on the table. I did as she asked, but picked up my speed. Faster and faster I thrust into her, and she became increasingly more sensitive. I could feel her lips contracting tighter around my shaft. Wrapping her hands in my undone tie, she pulled me closer to the table. She sat up just enough for our lips to meet again in a passionate kiss.

"I'm close!" Katy sighed in my ear. I nodded, I was close too. She bit my neck again and that was all it took. I thrust deep in to her one last time. Screaming my name, she began to cum for the third time that night as I filled her tiny wet pussy with a huge hot load. With each pump of my cock, I shot more and more cum inside her. She started shaking and begged me to pull out. I did as she asked and quickly pulled out. She fell back on the table and clutched her clit and pink lips. Her lips contracted hard and a stream of clear liquid shot out of her sexy little pussy onto me and the kitchen floor. She screamed again as the second, third, and fourth stream of squirt hit me. My cum oozed from her slit as the fifth stream of her love juices barely made it past her lips.

"I am so sorry!" she stammered shakily, covering her face in embarrassment.

"Damn Katy, when did you learn squirt?" I asked, impressed.

"Right now..." she sighed, still embarrassed, "That has never happened before.... I am so sorry."

"Don't be. It was hot. I guess we still got it huh?" I replied.

"Hell yeah we still got it," she giggled, "I think I am still cumming."

I helped Katy up from the table and led her into the shower. We showered together and because she was completely exhausted, I offered her my bed for the night. I cracked another beer as I cleaned up the kitchen. Once the mess was cleaned up, I lay down on the couch to sleep. After about 10 minutes, Katy came out and asked me if I was coming to bed. I explained to her that we had done enough damage to her relationship already and that I was fine out on the couch. She ignored me, took my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom.

"Fine," I said, faking reluctance, "But you better call that boyfriend of yours first thing tomorrow and break up with him."

"As long as you fuck me while I do it..." Katy finished.

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