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*quot;You didn't cheat on me, did you?*quot; Pat said with a grin.I had returned to West Palm the day prior, and Pat insisted on coming over. As a result, I was now lying naked with a load of cum pooled on my stomach and pelvis. Pat's small naked body rested between my legs, his penis slowly shrinking back toward his body. I was fascinated by how quickly his penis got so small after sex. We nearly always fucked missionary and he had a habit of pulling out and coming on various parts of me. Part of it was hot. Part of it was annoying. Part of it was funny, like a child finding amusement in a new toy.*quot;Are you going to answer?*quot;*quot;No. No of course not,*quot; I replied.My mind had no time for Pat's insecurities. Of course, I had cheated on him. To be fair, I couldn't recall ever entering into a relationship with Pat but at this point, that minor detail had no relevance. Sure, we hung out a lot but more often than not that simply consisted of three to five minutes of missionary followed by a day or night of watching television. He was more and more like a jockey every day. His goal was to climb on his steed and ride as fast as he could to the finish line. Instead of awarding me roses across my back like a Kentucky Derby horse, I received a load of cum across my stomach or tits, or once across my face for which he apologized profusely for accidentally aiming too high and spraying too hard which immediately ruined the arousal I received from what I interpreted as his brief moment of dominance.*quot;So, what did you and Debbie do then?*quot;Seeing as cocaine and sex were not acceptable answers, I struggled with a response.*quot;Just hung out with her friends, grabbed some meals, then some drinks, and turned in early. What did you do?*quot;*quot;I played in a golf tournament last weekend. One of Jay's friends gets a bunch of guys together. It seemed like more drinking than golf, which was disappointing. I got to meet a lot of cool guys though. I think you used to date one of them. That made me a bit insecure but then I realized that of course, you dated Ankara escort before me. And I'm okay with that*quot;*quot;Which one of Jay's friends organized this?*quot; I asked nervously.*quot;Do you know Jimmy?*quot;*quot;I do. I used to work with him,*quot; I answered. There was no need to delve in any further.?And which one said we dated???I think his name was Kevin. Yeah, Kevin. A bunch of the guys said they were friends with you. It served as a nice icebreaker.*quot;My mind was embarrassed for Pat. I doubted they were being friendly with him. More than likely they were treating him as the butt of their jokes after he walked away. Pat was too naive. Those guys were mostly assholes and Pat wouldn't have known any different.*quot;So, who were these guys?*quot; I asked.*quot;I can't remember their names. But I do have an email with the teams.*quot;Pat showed me the list and my heart dropped for him. There was Jimmy and Jimmy's roommate Kevin. There was also Jimmy's friend Jeremy, whom I had met during our trip to the National Championship game; Shane, the first guy I fucked in West Palm; Rod, the dumpster blow job; Adam, a guy who I had met at a house party for a full thirty minutes before I blew him in the bathroom, only never to see him again; and then there was Clint.*quot;Kevin said you two dated briefly but said you and Jimmy were better friends.*quot;*quot;Ok, enough,*quot; I interjected. *quot;Can you get me a washcloth to wipe off this cum?*quot;Pat hopped up like a little kid. His tiny body and butt scampering to the bathroom to fetch a washcloth. As he returned, his soft, tiny penis stared at me with its one eye as if to call my bull shit, but I knew I had the big head convinced otherwise. I was as much his girlfriend as I was Kevin's, but now was not the time to dive into that. I had to work at the bar tonight and it was Debbie's first night back at work as well. I wasn't looking forward to the awkwardness.I lay in bed still naked and wiped the cum off my stomach.*quot;I've got to go to work babe.*quot; I smiled at Pat.*quot;Give me a kiss then!*quot; Pat exclaimed, Ankara escort bayan excitedly leaning over and landing one of his patented hard, stiff kisses on my lips.*quot;And one to him too,*quot; Pat laughed, thrusting his soft penis in my face.I cringed at the immaturity but kissed the head of his dick anyway to expedite his departure. Pat giggled as I kissed it and then quickly dressed and left.No more than two minutes later, Courtney came upstairs and into my room.*quot;Oh my,*quot; Courtney laughed as she caught an eyeful of me, still naked, laying on the bed still wiping stray drops of cum off myself. *quot;That was quick.*quot;*quot;You know Jockey. Quick to mount, quick to finish.*quot;Courtney laughed.*quot;I thought you didn't like people calling him jockey?*quot;*quot;I didn't but if the name fits...*quot;*quot;So, are you two dating now or no?*quot; Courtney asked with a quizzical look on her face.*quot;No! Definitely not?*quot;*quot;Does he know that?*quot;*quot;Let's not get into that now.*quot;*quot;But you aren't dating, right?*quot;*quot;Right. Definitely not.*quot;*quot;Good. Because Trevor has a friend in town and I thought we could double date tomorrow night. You and I are off work and Trevor's friend Brandon is kind of cute.*quot;*quot;Ugh. I don't know Court. I?ll probably be tired from work and all this travel.*quot;*quot;Shouldn't you be refreshed from the mini-Maryland vacation?*quot;She was right. I should have been. There was no use telling her why I wasn't though. It would only lead to another fight between us two.*quot;You're right. Count me in.*quot;*quot;Perfect. I'll let them know. In the meantime, take a shower slut,*quot; Courtney laughed.If she only knew the week that had passed. If I only knew the week that would come.*****I woke up earlier than I would have after a night of work. I was anxious and antsy and restless. After laying in bed for a bit, I decided I needed to get active and release some energy. I threw on some running shorts and a sports bra and took an early afternoon jog around the neighborhood. The weather was beautiful as it typically is in West Palm. It was hot enough to make Escort Ankara me sweat but not hot enough to sap all of my energy. In fact, the run seemed to energize me.I ran past Jay and Debbie's house and waved to Jay as he sat outside by himself, Debbie likely still sleeping from working a long shift the night before. I reminded myself to tell Jay the whole story soon. It wasn't fair to him. Yes, it would likely implode the second-best friendship I had down here, but he needed to know what his wife was up to. All of it.I arrived home and climbed into my car. I wanted to get some food to hold me over until my dinner date later that night. I turned the key. Nothing. I pulled the key out and tried again. Still nothing. My car could not be broken. Not today!I scrolled through my head, thinking of someone who could help me. I called Jay.*quot;Jay, I am having car trouble. Can you come help me?*quot;*quot;Sorry Kelly. I have work in an hour. Call Pat. He's good with cars.*quot;Jay hung up and I was back at square one. I couldn't call Pat to fix my car when I had a date less than five hours from now.I called Clint. No answer.I called Jimmy and Kevin. No answer from either.I was out of luck.Finally, I called Courtney.*quot;Court. My car won't work. I don't think I can go tonight.*quot;*quot;Ugg. Seriously Kelly? You are such a mess!*quot;*quot;It's not my fault!*quot;*quot;Let me call Brandon. Maybe I can convince him to pick you up and bring you to dinner. It's the gentlemanly thing to do anyway.*quot;If my nerves were frayed before, now they were in hyperdrive. I grabbed a bottle of tequila and took a shot to calm down. When that didn't work, I took another. I had a few hours and the buzz would wear off before dinner.I took the bottle of tequila upstairs to keep me company while I planned out my night. I sorted through my closet, looking for something cute enough for the weather and casual enough for an outside sushi dinner. I settled on an orange sundress. It was simple and flowing. I bought it because of the way it showed off my breasts, particularly my cleavage. While the sundress covered my side boob, the neck dropped down exposing A LOT of tit and ALL the cleavage. If Brandon was as hot as Courtney said he was, that may come in handy. I chose some sandals, a strapless bra, and a black thong. I then undressed, took another shot, and climbed into bed.