Let me give you a recap on my crappy week so far. So, I find out my boyfriend (who's now my ex) has been sleeping with my best friend (also ex). Then, we break up and my best friend feels like a sorry whore (because she is). I'm mega stressed so I go to a bar to get rid of some nerves. I meet this super sexy bartender who goes down on my in the break room, then invites me back to his place so he can properly fuck me. And he does, he does glorious things to me.
Now I was laying in his bed, waking up to what I called a post-sex headache. The sun through the curtains hurt my eyes, but I managed to look around the room. The blanket was covering me and Nat, who was my bartender, and was deeply sleeping. There was a nightstand on my side, with two picture frames on it and a lamp, as well as a bible. An alarm went off and Nat's eyes flew open, them immediately falling on me. He smiled, then rubbed his eyes.
"Good morning," he said. I smiled, feeling him kiss my forehead. "Get up, we're going back to Kevin's."
"Why?" I whined.
"I have work and you need to get your car," he said, rolling over. He got out of bed, his now soft cock laying against his leg and bobbing as he walked around the room. He pulled his phone out of his pants (which were somewhere on the floor) and turned off the alarm, then shook his head, "Why won't she leave me alone?"
"Who?" I asked, propping myself on my elbow.
"My sister," he said, typing on his phone. "Don't worry, I won't burden you with the sap story that is my life." I nodded, even though I wanted to know. Nat put his phone down, pulled a pair of boxers out of a drawer, then headed to another door. "Help yourself to any food you find. I'll be in the shower if you need me." And he was gone.
I sat up, looking around the room. I climbed off the bed, searching the floor for my clothes. God, I was so embarrassed. I just slept with this guy and all I know is that his name is Nat. I pulled my panties on, even though they were pretty sticky with precum. I found my bra, which I gladly put on, then went looking for my shirt and skirt. I really wish I was at home because (1) I reeked of sex and (2) I had dried cum on my stomach.
I can clean up once I get home. But once I get home, there's the threat of Kristina (ex bestie) being there since she has a key. Whatever, it was worth it. I quickly got dressed, heading out of his room. There was a pot of coffee set out. "Hey Nat, I came home last night and all I heard were the sounds of sex," a female voice said from down the hall. "So I did what I always do and ignored it." I quickly hid behind a chair, peaking out slightly. There was a girl there, with long brown hair and in pajamas.
"Nat? Are you in the shower?"
"Get out of my house!" Nat called from the bathroom.
"I pay rent, I can stay!" The girl called back.
"Jesus lord," Nat said, then turned off the water. A minute later he walked out of his room in a towel. "Jess, go to Alex's, please."
"No," the girl (apparently Jess) said. "And why aren't you dressed, don't you have work?"
"Yes, yes I do," he said. "Now, you're scaring my company, now go away."
"You're lucky I have work," she said. "This is not over."
"Get out," Nat said. She rolled her eyes, then left. No ran a hand through his wet hair, then turned to me. "You don't need to hide from Jess. She's just the asshole I call my sister."
"Who's Alex?" I asked, standing up.
"My brother," he said. "I see your dressed." He walked over, lifting my shirt up. "You wanna go wash that off?" I smiled at the idea, and he took my hand and led me back to his room. He took my clothes off, then took me into the bathroom, turning on the shower water, then stepped inside. I followed, feeling the warm water run down my side. "I thought you had work?" I asked. He grout his face close to mine, his mouth an inch away from my own.
"Just I reminder, I'll always make time for you."
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I had gotten home just fine, finding it empty like I'd hoped. I took a quick shower and changed, this time wearing a jersey and jeans, walking around barefoot. I hadn't eaten anything (except dick of course) so I put together what was left in the fridge, and made a note to go shopping later. Kristina came out of her room, glad to see me. See, during my motorcycle ride back to the bar, Nat had told me that I should talk to Kristina. 'Maybe there's something you didn't know' he said. So, I wasn't going to yell or scream or storm off again. I was going to listen.
"Rosalina, where have you been? You disappeared yesterday and didn't come home until now." she said, her voice full of concern.
"I went out," I said.
"With who? I was so worried I thought you were kidnapped," she said.
"Don't worry, I'm fine," I said. "I would've been here earlier if I didn't need a shower horribly."
"What does that mean?" She asked.
"Yea I had cum on my stomach and the guy asked if I needed a shower and we ended up fucking again," I said.
"You met a guy? And fucked him? Twice?" she asked, and I nodded.
"Listen, I need you to tell me what was going on between you and you want to know where I was," I said. "Let's go grab some drinks and we can talk."
"Drinking before noon?" Kristina asked. "Geez I don't see you for one night and you're a whole new person."