𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖡𝗈𝗒 & 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅

Chapter 5: The Big City Boy

My head is pounding. I slowly open my eyes to see that I'm cuddling some girl with beautiful black slightly wavy hair. Her back is facing towards me and roll over onto my back and slowly piece together remember happened before I got drunk. Oh. My. Fucking. God. I don't do one-night stands. So, what the fuck is this?

I rub my eyes as the memories flood back and I remember her beautiful moans and how begged me for more.

I remember rubbing my cock under her panties and fingering her in the back seat of an Uber ride. That poor, poor Uber diver. I bet he's seen worse but oh my fucking god. My head HURTS! Keith will pay. I slowly look back over to the woman next to me on top of my arm. Her skin is so pale. Almost like a ghost. She rolls over to lay on top of me and my head hurts too much to do anything about it. I let her. She's also probably just as drunk as I was or more drunk.

This is why I don't go out to clubs anymore. I, 1) end up in some rando's bed or 2) that rando ends up in my bed. That's how I met one of my exes, it wasn't really a one-night stand as much we were both tipsy and he invited me back to his place for cheese and wine. I said yes obviously. Do I regret it? Also YES. He wants me back I keep rejecting him because he was too much for me. He loved super bright colors, clothes, everything girly, and everything else that a femboy likes. No hate, but his personality was just way too much for me. He was SO energetic, like a god damn puppy. I love dogs but when it's a human acting like that it gets weird after like 2 weeks. We were together for two years, I think? A year and a half really. I broke up with him because I couldn't take the whole "You HAVE to come out of the closest soon!" or " Aren't you going to do anything about those homophobes?" or "What do you mean I'm wearing TOO MUCH makeup for JUST hanging out with friends?!" Like he cheated on me with one of his friends then blamed me for cheating on him with a stripped that Keith paid to give a lap dance to try to get me laid. He didn't know I was bisexual then and he won't now. After that, I stopped dating altogether because I couldn't take it anymore. I never really could bring myself to like him. He was just not for me. I like someone who is calm, relaxed, organized, and doesn't get excited about every little thing.

I close my eyes and fall back asleep. My vision is too blurry to tell what time it is, or to really see. and personally, I don't give a fuck right now. I fall into a deep slumber and let the darkness embrace me once more in a time of need and comfort.