The Pass Out - Prequel Part One - Sex Stories

The Pass Out - Prequel Part One

... the Sunday morning after 10 or 11 am, I was startled. I then heard the door open, someone came in and the door shut again. I got up and went to the top of the stairs. It was Tara and she was quite drunk, trying to get her shoes off and up the stairs. Given I was half asleep and she was worse for wear, we said hello, she visited the bathroom and I locked up before returning to bed, where Tara had clambered, still wearing her dress from the night out falling flat out asleep.

The next morning, I got up around 9 am and Tara was still dead to the world. I made some tea and watched some TV before giving her a drink. She was awake by now and hungover as hell. Tara explained that Rick had picked her and Jenna up at around 3 am and rather than bring her back the twenty-five miles the next morning, he would drive her through while it was quiet so that he didn’t have to rush back to get to Church. Tara then dropped off for another hour before jumping in the shower and getting up.

In the afternoon, Tara and I went grocery shopping in the larger nearby town, around 8 miles away. Tara was super quiet, which I put down to her raging hangover but we got the job done, went home and had some tea. After that, we watched some TV and I offered to give Tara a massage while we watched some porn, which she said yes to. We had sex and although Tara wasn’t quite herself, I was horny as hell and had a good time.

Monday came round way too fast and it was back to work after a short weekend. ...

... Thankfully, it wasn’t too stressful a day and we were both soon home and had a pretty normal evening before going to bed. It was the next morning, Tuesday, that everything changed.

Tara got up and showered and was getting ready, as usual, in our spare room. I was getting dressed in our bedroom when Tara came in. She looked like she’d been crying or was upset.

“I need to tell you something that happened on Saturday night,” Tara said.

I looked at her before replying, “You look upset, what’s happened?” I reached for her hand but she wouldn’t take it. She couldn’t look at me. My heart started pounding in my chest.

“At the Hen Party, we were playing this stupid dare game and I, I, I was dared to snog someone ugly and I did it. I’m so sorry,” Tara said, by now crying. She couldn’t even look anywhere near me.

There was silence for what seemed like an eternity, all I could hear were Tara’s sobs as she sat on the bed.

“If that’s what it was, don’t beat yourself up too much,” I said, looking at her and trying to make her feel better. “We can talk about this more tonight.”

“I’m so, so sorry. I feel so bad.” She sobbed.

“Well, we can’t talk now, let’s leave it until tonight,” I said, walking past her and downstairs. Before she could finish getting ready for work and downstairs, I had left the house, my head all over the place.

I can’t even remember how I got to work or how I got through the day. My head was in bits and my anger was rising. Deep down, I knew Tara ...