We had been drinking at the bar till late in the night, I had gotten more than a little tipsy. Douma had been infatuated with me, but he didn't have the best self esteem so he never acted on his lust. Every day it was getting harder and harder to control his urges. Why did he have to look like this, walk the way he did. The mirror was his worst enemy, whenever he would consider making a move on me he was reminded of his reflection.
But he was a man, a lonely man with urges. He wanted companionship, he yearned for it. To feel touch, love, to get laid. Would he ever feel the soft caress of a woman, to bury himself inside a warm pussy. He didn't want just any girl though he wanted me, but he wasn't fooling himself he knew the feeling would never be returned. That didn't change the fact that he was horny as hell all the time. But jerking off just wasn't doing it anymore.
As the night went on he watched me drink, becoming buzzed then plain drunk. That's when he decided what he was going to do. The thought didn't thrill him, but he was desperate as much as he hated it. He just wanted me so much, he needed affection even if I hated him for it. So he approached me, luring me to his room which was easy in my state. Once there he made his move.
Embracing me, his lips descending on mine, tongue delving inside my mouth tangling with mine. Hands disposing of my clothes, exploring my body, pushing his pants down, freeing his hardness, readying himself at my entrance. My sweet voice crying his name like a mantra. He couldn't help it, he had to feel me even if I wasn't fully aware. It pained him to think I wouldn't do this sober. He would give anything to really have me want him, but this is all he could ever have.
His hips thrust forward, plunging into my tight entrance. I felt so perfect around him, like a velvet glove. My moans invaded his senses. Legs hiked up around his waist. Pumping into me several more times he felt my walls tighten and convulse around him bringing him over the edge, his release ripping through him, he came with a strangled cry, spilling himself inside me, filling me with his cum.
Still clinging to him he brought me to his bed laying me down and taking his place next to me, arms caging me against him. Dreading what I would think upon waking, would I hate him, or maybe, just maybe he hoped I was okay with it, accepting of him. Deep down he knew better. He watched me doze off quickly following.
When morning came he awoke first, he gazed at my sleeping form, hand running through my hair. This was so blissful. It saddened him to know it would end. Then it happened the moment he dreaded, I was waking. Eyes opening, confusion on my beautiful face as I looked at Douma.
"Good morning princess," his voice soft, shaky, he was scared.
He hoped for the best as he leaned in to kiss me, a look of shock overtook my face followed by nausea as I jumped from the bed running to the bathroom where he could hear me vomiting.
His heart shattered, his hope burst. I hated him, was disgusted by having sex with him. He pulled on his pants and sat on his bed. A lone tear fell down his check. He was going to be alone forever. The girl of his dreams rejected him. He shouldn't have taken advantage of me but he was so overcome with lust, need. But that didn't excuse what he did.
I returned from the bathroom and saw Douma sitting on the bed, head hung low, it sounded like he was sniffing.
"Sorry Douma, I've never been good with drinking, I get really sick," I apologized as I sat next to him.
He looked up into my pretty face, "so that wasn't because of me" he asked heart hammering in his chest as he scratched at his neck nervously.
That's when it dawned on me, he thought he made me sick, that I was grossed out so much by him that I....
"Oh my god Douma no, you thought, I'm so sorry, no no no, I just didn't want to wrench on you. Douma I may have been drunk but I was fully willing last night, I wanted you just as much," My voice so sweet and comforting as I took his face in my hands, placing a kiss on his lips.
He quickly dominated the kiss, pushing me down onto the bed.
"Do you mean that babe, you really want me, are you attracted to me" his voice low, husky with need.
"Of course I do Douma" I reassured him. Leaning up, I place a kiss to his shapely neck.
He groaned at the contact. "Fuck babydoll I'm going take you apart so beautifully" he promised. "Last night was quick, it was my first time, today I'm gonna have you every which way. I want to taste you. And your definitely gonna taste me love." Needless to say the two of us spent the whole day in his room, enjoying each other.
