After the party at Jack's Liz decided to stop sleeping around. She was good-looking, slim, took care of herself and she knew how men admired her, especially her legs. She could have any man she wanted, so why did she fall for losers like Jack? The truth was, and she admitted it to herself, she just loved to fuck. Once a man kissed her, and got his hand her breast or under her skirt she was gone.
Jack had called her a couple of times but she wouldn't talk to him. Well at least she hadn't got pregnant, she'd sweated that out for a month. Of course everyone knew and talked about that evening at the party but now a friend had told her that Phil was bragging about fucking her too. She was sure he hadn't been there, although when you're drunk who knows what could happen.
Greg had heard about Phil too, and just shrugged it off. He'd decided he'd have nothing more to do with Liz. That she was a slut wasn't the point, it was the way she'd treated him that night. She left him sitting there, saying she'd be right back.
When she suddenly appeared again, even though she only had on a blouse, panties and stockings, for a moment he thought she'd come back to him. His instant fantasy was that in spite of Jack she had come looking for him, but instead she was looking for a condom for Jack to use. He laughed at himself. What a fool. When he heard the noise from the bedroom he had left, and had avoided her ever since.
Liz resolved to go straight from now on. No more one night stands, she'd find a nice guy who she'd see regularly, maybe move in with, and no more slutty behavior. But just to be sure there were no mistakes, she found a new doctor who prescribed pills for her.
After a couple of months she felt really good about herself. She'd been to a couple of parties, had plenty to drink and had gone home alone. Then one evening after work a group of people from work met at a bar for a drink where she got into conversation with Fred, a German who worked in another lab. She'd always found Fred interesting and that evening they talked a lot.
Fred was a big good-looking guy of about 40 with hair grey at the temples. He had a really good line that evening, and even though he was married, as they stood at the bar talking, his hand was on her ass. Liz liked the feel of his hand and was getting warm, so when he suggested they leave together she said okay.
He followed her car as she drove to her apartment, and as soon as they were inside the door grabbed her and starting kissing her. That's all Liz needed, and soon her panties were off and she was spreadeagled on the bed. No condom this time and she liked the feel of his penis, the fleshy feel, in her vagina.
Fred could really fuck, and after no sex for so long she was in heaven, grunting and moaning, and: "Oh God that's good." And so on. However he came quickly and she felt the warm sperm shoot deep inside her and loved the feel.
"Sorry, got to run. Momma's waiting." He said as he pulled out of her, and she felt a sense of loss as she watched him pull on his pants, kissed her quickly, and was gone. She said to herself
"Okay, I went without sex for two months. I'll just have sex with Fred. No more pickups at bars or parties."
And she was good again for a couple of months, seeing Fred every couple of weeks.
One night after Fred had left for home and his wife, Liz again felt that feeling of loss. She had the whole evening ahead of her, a Friday evening at that, and when her room mate Bobby suggested she go with her and Clem to have a drink with some of their friends, she jumped at the chance.
Clem was in the navy stationed at the nearby base and he and Bobby had been going together for nearly a year. He was a tall skinny Southern guy, a great contrast to chubby, New York Jewish Bobby, and he was completely devoted to her. Liz had once had sex with him and another sailor, when they'd all been drinking, but Bobby knew nothing about it, and never would.
The bunch of sailors were a lot of fun, and soon there was dancing and laughter. And Liz was drinking too much. One nice looking guy latched on to her. They dance together a few times, and then all the time. When things started to slow down, about one o'clock in the morning, he wanted to go home with her. They were within waking distance of her apartment, so they started to walk.
Halfway there he stopped and pulling her toward him, kissed her. She loved it, and reaching down felt his rock hard penis. She was doomed! They quickened their pace, and were soon climbing the stairs to the apartment she shared with Bobby. As she opened the door he kissed her again, this time with real passion, all tongue.
They went to her room, and he had her panties off and was feeling her vagina before she knew it, and they were fucking while she was half undressed. She felt a great sense of relief that they hadn't had to go through the condom question, which always broke up the romance of the moment.
She had a super orgasm, and after he came she held him wrapped in her encircling legs.
"He'll probably leave now." She thought.
But instead he asked if he could stay the night, and she readily agreed. They had sex at least once more, and then in the morning he was ready again.
When she got up to pee and make coffee she met Bobby.
"Did you have company last night?" Bobby asked.
And when she said "yes"
"I thought I heard you. Who was it?"
"Oh God! I don't know his name."
Clem had stayed the night too, so they all had breakfast together, and for some reason the guy's name didn't come up, and after he'd left, Clem said he didn't know him. So Liz felt a little strange, she couldn't remember ever fucking a guy without at least knowing his first name.
Again she resolved to stop being so easy. She'd been pretty good so far, but every time, it seemed, she slipped again. Maybe it was being on the pill that made it so easy, but at least there was no, or very little, chance of getting pregnant.
About a week after her sex with the unknown sailor she started to get an itchy vaginal discharge. At first she thought it was a yeast infection and treated it as such, but when it persisted she went to the doctor.
She had a thing about her new doctor. He was younger and sort of good looking, and the first time he'd examined her she was rather turned on getting up on the table, skirt up undies off, putting her feet in those stirrups and opening her legs for him. But this time she didn't feel the same, and wished he didn't have to examine her leaking itchy vagina.
He took a smear of the discharge and had her wait in the waiting room while it was checked. Then the nurse called her back in.
"You've got gonorrhea." He told her. "But it isn't the end of the world." He reassured her when he saw the shocked look on her face. "The disease is easily treated these days with antibiotics. However we'll have to make a report to Public Health, and notify the last person you had sex with."
Liz was aghast! "I don't know who it was! Or at least I know who it was, but don't know his name or how to get hold of him."
"Well you have to provide some information, so maybe you can find out. I assume there was only one." He said looking at her disapprovingly.
"Well, actually there were......oh God no. Could it be Fred?" This was awful, she realized this must look terrible to the doctor, but it was just running out of her mouth.
"Two men? Recently?" He was surprised.
"Well, yes, Fred took me home. Then I went out in the evening with my room mate and met this sailor and..........and oh my God, Fred's married. That can't be possible."
"Well, none of this is my business." The doctor said tersely. "Just see my nurse and she'll help you fill out the necessary forms."
She took care of the paper work, even giving Fred's name as a recent contact, then as soon as she could, called Fred. He was furious and said he was sure it wasn't him, but that he'd get checked out anyway.
It was a nightmare, and even though the antibiotic cleared the disease up quickly, she avoided men altogether because she felt unclean. She saw Fred at work, and they talked, but there was no mention of the venereal disease, until one day when they were alone he asked her if it had cleared up. When she explained that she was okay now he suggested that they get together some time.
A couple of days later a group of people from the lab went out after work for a drink at the Hacienda and Liz went with them. Greg was there and they exchanged brief greetings. Then Fred came in, kissed her on the cheek and sat down beside her.
Liz was torn, because while Greg had been civil to her, she'd hoped that after a couple of drinks he'd actually become friendly. But now Fred sat beside her and soon his hand was on her knee. She glanced over at Greg, but he didn't seem to have noticed Fred's possessive move.
But he had. When he'd first come in and seen Liz there he had forced himself to remain aloof, but he wanted to speak to her, to tell her how nice she looked. He wanted to move so that he could see her legs as the hem of her skirt fell just above her knee when she crossed her legs. He tried to resist warming to her, remembering that night at Jack's place when she'd treated him like shit.
