Marta - Sex Stories

Marta

... continue with your relationship. I only want you to go on a date with Marta and see if you can find a way back to each other. Don't you think she has suffered enough?"

I had to think for a minute. Did I want to try again with Marta? Sure, I missed her, but would she hurt me again, and could I trust her?

Bree saw me thinking, "Just a date, and take it from there. Call her. Now."

After debating with myself for some more minutes, I called Marta. Marta picked up at the first ring, sobbing, "You had Bree? How am I ever going to compete with Bree?"

"Marta, I'm calling to ask you to go on a date. Would you like to have dinner with me?"

The other end of the line stayed quiet, and for a moment, I was afraid she had hung up on me.

"Do you want to, Ty? Do you want to start dating again?"

"Yes, Marta, I would like to start dating again."

"Okay," and we made a date for the following Wednesday.

Bree left after the phone call, giving me a tight hug, "I enjoyed last night, Ty," and left.

Hell, I enjoyed last night, too!

***

For our second first date, Marta and I went to a pub. We wanted to meet on neutral ground in a relaxed atmosphere. The talk we had was painful.

"Why, Marta? I thought we had something good going on."

"I know. I'm sorry, Ty. I don't understand it myself. Let me try to tell you what happened.

Before the party, Gwen, Michelle, Bree, and I had dinner with wine, and you know I can't handle wine very well."

I knew that she ...

... couldn't handle alcohol very well. It's how we met when she spilled a glass of red wine on my shirt.

"We got early at the party, and I got more wine. At one moment, I found myself talking with this guy. We were just innocent flirting when I spotted his boner. I asked him if he had put a sock in it."

She paused to drink her soda while tears were rolling down her face.

"He challenged me if I wanted to see it for myself. I said, 'Yes,' thinking he would show it to me then and there. Instead, suddenly, I found myself on the back of his bicycle, going to his place."

She was crying now, and I let her. I felt my tears welling up.

Marta continued, "The whole time I wondered what was happening, I couldn't comprehend. At his place, I just kind of went with the program. Later that night, when I sobered up, I realized what I had done. I couldn't believe I was that stupid."

"Marta, could somebody have slipped something in your drink? Maybe the drink got spiked?"

"I wondered about that myself, but I don't think it got spiked. I was just a stupid drunk."

"Was the sex any good?"

She choked on her drink, "You got to be kidding me. Have you ever had any good drunken sex?"

She was right. It was a stupid question.

"Ty, during the night I started thinking and realized the nightmare I'd created. Then I saw your messages and heard your voicemail. The following morning and week, I was too chicken to call you, afraid you wouldn't want to see me anymore.

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