“Violet...what the fuck is going on? Are you ok?” She starts to get a bit upset. “Luke...I need you to understand....this is for the better. I need you to go home and rest in your own bed and leave me be. For the sake of our friendship, I need you to trust me. Now is not the time for us to have this sexual relationship. I’m sorry that I gave you the wrong impression tonight...but I just need some space...can you please just understand that?” Violet looks me in the eyes. I look back at her and can see how serious she is. With just a simple “ok,” I get up and put on my clothes. I grab my stuff, and leave her house, completely stunned by what just happened. Deep down, I know something is very wrong. It must have been those texts she received that put her in a bad, upset mood. It’s the only thing that keeps me from being consumed with anger and hurt towards Violet. •••••• 2 DAYS LATER..... •••••• I open my eyes to the bright sunlight in my face. My head is throbbing! desi I peer at my alarm clock adjacent to my bedside. “12:44PM” it reads. I look down girl at my body really confused. I’m in boxers with my shirt still on from last night, and one sneaker on. I look at the posters on my walls in my room. A beautiful beach sunset in what looks to be of somewhere in Cali, alongside other scenic nature posters. I look to my left and see a BUNCH of pictures of people on the wall with thumbtacks and post-it notes. The pictures of what looked to be like friends and families. I look out the large window in front of me which has the sunlight beaming bright right into the room. It’s only once I notice the bright pink walls surrounding the room that I realize...I’m not in my room! I quickly turn to my right and I see a body next to me, sound asleep. The body of a tanned sexy babe with a BIG curvy ass and a nice thin waist. She lies next to me completely naked, with some covers on her. I sit up in a hurry, instantly regretting doing so as my indian head starts to spin. I look down on the floor next to me and see an opened 6-pack of Miller Lite and scattered beer cans all over the floor. I see a bong on a dresser not too far away dirty talk and a few opened bottles of Tequila. What the fuck did I get myself into? I slowly start to make my way out of the room and into the bathroom, straight across the hall. I’m all sweaty and my eyes look pretty red. I wash my face with cold water and take a swig of some mouthwash next to the slut counter. He comes in from San Fran about once a month to go rock climbing in the desert. Love your bikini briefs. Mom and I burst in on Doug in his bedroom as he lay on his bed playing on his phone. In her spasmodic flexing of muscles while she enjoyed the orgasm that pulsed through her, she was unintentionally flexing her powerful kegel muscles, which tightened and untightened her vagina, which was dirty talk currently completely sheathing Charlie's hard cock. No longer afraid to make a sound, I moaned loudly as I came. The faerie shuddered then gasped as Master penetrated her cunt. I pushed her girl back down and grasped her hips even tighter as I inserted just a little bit more of my cock into her. The first one turned out to be another store room. I can take the whole thing up to the balls on it. He laughed and said No Mr Dickey is drained. I kept my lap top open as I got ready for bed desi and lied down. No indian kiss, not even a slut card with it.” Now I'm bitting down on my bottom lip and vibrating too, which is nearly leading me to make a scene.' The adventure I’m about to describe happened in spring 2000 when Jon had to go to Morocco on a business trip.