My college girlfriend and I had been dating for about four months. It was summertime and she drove home the 75 miles to her family Thursday through Sunday almost every week.
I was older than most college kids. After four years in the military I was a 22-year-old freshman. Bartending at a popular college bar, I used a lot of my tips to buy hot girls drinks. That didn't stop after I started dating Lain. She was a hot blonde with greats tits and a true talent and desire for sucking my cock.
But that weekend in late spring something happened that changed my life. I didn't know that at the time, but I realize that now, some 25 years later.
I cheated. And I fucking loved it.
Melissa was a small town drunk girl that came to the big college town to visit friends for a weekend of fun. A full-figured brunette, she caught my attention immediately. We flirted most of the night. I even took a break from behind the bar and danced with her. Towards the end of the night it really slowed down and the manager told me to clean up and clock out for the night.
I had thirty minutes to seduce Melissa before close.
We danced and drank a few shots. We even spent a few minutes in the photo booth. Our kisses were full of passion.
Unfortunately, at closing, she had to leave with her friends. But I did write my phone number on the back of the photos we took in the booth.
Sunday morning around 11:00 she called. She said she told her friends she was leaving to go home, about a three hour drive. I gave her my address and asked her to stop by on her way out of town. Luckily, my roommates were gone and I knew they wouldn't return until after five, so I hade the place to myself.
Two steps in the door, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. It wasn't long until we were on the couch making out. We started to strip each other. I asked her several times if she wanted to go to my bedroom. She declined every time. So I just kept going on the couch hoping I didn't get any unexpected guests.
