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Johanna loved her boyfriend. He was sweet, gentle, caring and funny. They would go out every night for drinks and every night he would take her to a different luxurious restaurant, always ordering the very finest wine. Nothing was too special for her. They would sit and stare into each others eyes for hours while they ate their food, then he would drive her home and see her off with a beautiful, heart-warming kiss. Everyday Johanna looked forward to those special nights. She loved him.

Until one night.

Her boyfriend had called her beforehand to tell her that he'd be away for a few days on a business trip, and that she should spend that time having some fun with her other friends.

Johanna was disappointed that they would be away from each other, but decided she'd been neglecting her social life enough to spend a few nights out on the town with her friends.

It was Friday night, and Johanna finished putting on some ruby lipstick before meeting up with 3 friends at a bar in the middle of town.

Alex was a nice guy. He was tall, good-looking and wore glasses. He didn't need them, but apparently he thought that the chicks digged the glasses.

Then there was Yvonne, a very pretty girl who worked up on the 15th floor of Johanna's work. She always wore very tight clothing, but the difference between her and Johanna was that she could totally pull it off.

Lastly, there was Mark. He was very shy all the time, and always stood back while his friends talked to other people. Johanna thought it was kind of cute, but she had a boyfriend whom she loved deeply, so never paid much attention.

That night she drank a lot. She was having so much fun she didn't notice the piles alcohol glasses building steadily higher and higher.

The trouble with being drunk is that you don't realise you're drunk until you do something really stupid.

It was getting late. Very late.

Johanna was dancing so hard she was falling over constantly, laughing and still drinking. She was so impossibly drunk she didn't notice Alex dancing closer and closer. Finally, she slipped out of her high heels straight into his arms. She laughed, looking up.

Her breath left her as she looked into his eyes. He was right. The glasses did make a difference.

She woke the next morning in her bed, still fully dressed, but with a headache to end all headaches. She groaned and rolled over. She stopped suddenly.

Was it her imagination or were her panties gone?

She gasped. They were.

What the hell had happened last night??

She strained to remember...she was dancing...god she must have been so drunk...

Yvonne had picked up a bloke and moved off into a private corner, she remembered that.

And then Alex's blue eyes sparkling behind those glasses exploded into her mind.

He had said something after he had caught her...what was it?

"Oh my god..." she mumbled, as it all started to come back.

"Fuck me," was what he had said.

But she would never do that. She couldn't do it to her boyfriend!

But she had. Oh god she had. Her missing panties, still in the wet puddle out by the side of the club were undeniable proof.

All she could remember of the incident was the orgasm, and it wasn't anything special.

She rushed into the shower, hating herself for betraying her boyfriend, feeling so dirty that she didn't even bother to remove her clothes before diving under the icy jet of water. She buried her face in her hands which muffled the scream of horror. What if he hadn't used protection? What if she was pregnant?

The phone was ringing.

She stumbled out of the shower to answer it.

"Johanna?"

It was Mark.

"Mark this really isn't a good time..."

"Yeah I know."

A small shiver went down Johanna's spine.

"I need to talk to you," he said.

Mark met her at the local coffee house. He was twitching a little as he spotted Johanna making her way very ungracefully towards him.

She pushed herself down, wincing slightly. Whatever that brute had done last night, it hadn't been gentle.

"What is it Mark?" she said roughly. "I can't hang around".

Mark's hands were fidgeting in his lap. He looked more nervous than Johanna had ever seen him.

"I saw what you did last night," he said quietly.

Johanna froze in the middle of checking her makeup.

Oh my god! she screamed silently. He's going to tell everyone!

"I honestly never thought you'd do that to John," he said, staring at his feet. "But you were drunker than I've ever seen you too. Don't worry," he said, looking into Johanna's mortified eyes. "I won't tell anybody."

Johanna breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't been sure -- she didn't know Mark very well and didn't know if he was a decent bloke or not. Turns out he was.

"On one condition."

Or maybe not.

Mark was now rocking back and forth.

Johanna's eyes narrowed, dreading what this condition was. Money, success, friends?

"I've always been...well you know...nervous around women in the past," he began.

"Oh that's no problem!" laughed Johanna. "I can hook you up with hundreds of my friends. Some of them know how to show a man a good time!"

Mark looked surprised, but continued. "No...you misunderstand me. I want you."

Johanna dropped her mirror. "What?!"

"I've always thought you were so beautiful...I've always wanted you. But John has always been there. I didn't want to annoy him..."

Johanna laughed.

"Nice one Mark! Good joke! I almost believed you then!" she chuckled, a little too highly for her.

"I'm not joking," said Mark, and her had stopped rocking and fidgeting. He looked dead serious.

"Mark..." said Johanna desperately. "You can't be serious."

"I am perfectly serious. I won't be rough or anything like what Alex was like last night, but I want you. Just once. And I'll never bother you again."

He was serious. Johanna couldn't believe her ears. But...on the other hand...she never wanted her true love to find out what she had done. It would shatter the relationship into a million pieces.

She shook herself. She couldn't believe she was actually considering this. It was out of the question. It was blackmail! Mark could go to jail for this!

"Come on Mark," implored Johanna. "I could hook you up with heaps of girls, all of whom would have sex with you!"

"I'm sorry," said Mark, and he seemed genuine. "I'd hate to break up a nice relationship but if I have to, I will."

There was a finality in his voice that threw Johanna. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his mobile. He showed it to Johanna. It had John's number all ready typed in, ready to call.

"I'll do it. I will call him right now," said Mark.

Johanna stared in horror at the phone. This couldn't be happening...

Mark's finger reached for the call button...

"NO!" she cried. The defeat was humiliating. How could she have lost control like that last night? It had caused her nothing but trouble.

Mark smiled broadly in excitement.

"Thank you. Well...when do you want to do it? I'm free now."

Johanna looked up in shock.

"Now?!"

"Yes now. We can go back to your place if you like. I have condoms," he said, patting his pocket.

"But...what...I..." Johanna was blusting to think of a reason why they couldn't do it now. She was a respectable person. She drank tea. She wasn't some whore who sold her body!

But Mark was standing up. He knew where she lived.

"Come on," he said, taking her arm gently.

Johanna allowed herself to be led all the way back to her apartment and through her door. She was in a state of shock.

Mark was standing there, looking at her, unsure of what to do.

Good she thought. What does he expect?

And then, suddenly, he was kissing her, full on the mouth, his tongue wriggling it's way inside.

Johanna cried out, pushing him away.

"What the hell -!!"

"This is going to happen whether you like or not Johanna!" said Mark, a little flushed at his boldness.

She stood against the wall, silently. He moved slowly towards her.

"I don't want to hurt you. It's very simple what I want."

His hands found her hips and she felt them sliding slowly upwards over her breasts, his fingers lightly pinching her nipples through her cotton shirt and bra --

"No!" she cried, pushing him away and running towards the other side of the room. Suddenly, and with a gasp of agony, she felt something grab her hair and pull her down to the bed.

Mark released her and straddled her waist, pressing down on her, pinning her to the bed.

"I said I didn't want to hurt you..." he said sorrowfully, and ripped open her button-up shirt. Buttons flew everywhere, and her bra, still worn from the previous night, was exposed.

Mark grabbed them and buried his face between them.

Johanna felt tears welling up in her eyes as Mark's rough stubble scratched her soft and supple skin.

Clearly a bit ashamed of himself for hurting her, he didn't expose her breasts, though he dearly longed to see what they looked like under the lacy bra.

Instead, he reached up her black dress, feeling for her panties. He found them and pulled them quickly down over her long and shapely legs that had taunted him for so long.

Johanna didn't see his movements as acts of kindness. Resigned to the fact that she was going to be had, she balled her fists tightly and squeezed her eyes shut, reasoning that this was all happening so that John knew nothing.

Mark was trying to make this as comfortable as possible for her. The last thing he wanted was for her to feel embarrassed, so he had left her breasts untouched. He realised that this wasn't going to be comfortable for her at all if she was wet when he entered her so, rather awkwardly, he rubbed her pussy in the hopes that this would be pleasurable for her. He had always imagined doing this would elicit moans and orgasms for women, but Johanna took a sharp intake of breath, and he could tell what he was doing was hurting her. Quickly, he withdrew his hand and instead put her legs over his shoulders and put his head under her dress, his tongue searching. He made his way up the inside of her thigh, licking madly as he got closer and closer to his destination...

"Oh god no..." he heard Johanna moan. "Please...just get it over with."

Mark slowly pulled his head out from under her dress and looked at her.

Even now, with her shirt open, her makeup smeared from crying and red scratch marks where his chin had been, she look absolutely beautiful. He drank in the sight of her, and suddenly felt a pang of regret. Why was he doing this? Why was he forcing himself upon a beautiful, stunning woman like this just because he had seen an accident any drunken woman would have done? She was right. Just get it over with.

Johanna saw him open the fly of his jeans, and shut her eyes tight. She could only hear the crackling of the condom packet being opened and the sliding sound of it being rolled on. Then, silence.

She gasped.

Her dress had been thrown up, letting fresh, freezing air cool her legs. Then, she felt his dick pressing against her. She wasn't ready. But it would be over quicker this way.

She gripped the sheets tightly as Mark pressed slowly and painfully further and further into her, finally reaching the extent of his length.

She felt breath on her face and opened her eyes. Mark was lying almost on top of her, his face inches from hers, his eyes closed in ecstasy. At least he was enjoying himself.

Johanna turned her head away as he began to move inside her, noting, but not appreciating, his gentleness. Hearing no complaint from Johanna, Mark moved faster, and faster, groaning loudly as the moment approached.

Johanna had to bite her lip hard to stop from crying out in pain. He was hurting her. No matter what he did to try and help.

Finally, pressing himself as far in as he could get, Mark climaxed, shooting his load safely into the condom. He collapsed on top of Johanna, crushing her with his weight, sighing deeply.

Realising what he was doing, he quickly pulled out and moved off of Johanna, letting her breath.

"Never again. I have you promise," she said, her eyes still tightly shut.

"Never again," he agreed, collecting his things and leaving.

There was one positive thing that came from all that hardship.

John never found out about his girlfriend's illicit affairs during his absence, but he returned to a pregnant Johanna.