The Pass Out - Prequel Part One - Sex Stories

The Pass Out - Prequel Part One

... her.

“Wait, what? No, of course not! I completely regret it and I’m sorry it ever happened!” she said, looking at me.

“Why then? Three weeks after we got engaged? With everything that’s going on, why? Things have been good between us, haven’t they? We haven’t been arguing or fallen out. I don’t understand,” I asked.

“It just happened, I was drunk, I know it isn’t an excuse but I’m trying to explain. I don’t know whether I panicked and wondered if I was ready to be tied down but it has made me realise that I can’t lose you, and that’s all I want,” Tara answered, seeming sure of what she was saying.

“Oh, gee, thanks, that is reassuring to know I’m a safe option. Why did it take you three days to tell me? We had sex on Sunday even though you knew what you’d done and didn’t think to tell me? Is that the full story or have you given me enough to clear your conscience?” I fired at her.

Tara got up and came round to sit on the chair next to me.

“Please don’t think that; you’re wonderful and I love you. I can understand if you want me to move out while you have time to think. I’ll just have to explain to my mum and dad what I’ve done. They love you and they’ll be so mad at me for hurting you but I will do it if you need time. And no, nothing very serious happened, I’m telling you,” she said softly.

I didn’t want that. Tara had been a perfect partner for almost a decade and I didn’t want to sell her down the river as once news of this got out to others, things ...

... would never be the same again. I didn’t respond though and say no, I tried to arrange myself in the trouser department to clear up the dishes before we watched TV in silence until Tara wanted to go to bed around 9.30 pm.

She got herself ready and I decided to take a shower before turning in. I sat in the bathroom trying to process everything, especially why I had gotten so hard while she was telling me the tale of what happened. I shook my head, showered and cleaned my teeth before putting my Pj’s on and heading towards the bedroom.

Tara was lying awake in the dark when I went in and climbed into bed. We lay in silence for a minute or two before she spoke.

“Are you okay?” She asked, reaching for my hand.

“Yeah, I’m great thanks. Couldn’t be better actually. My fiancee has cheated on me with a younger, more attractive option because she didn’t know if she wanted to be tied down with me but has realised that she does, so that’s good news,” I replied, sarcastically.

“Please don’t think like that. I fucked up and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I’ve hurt you and I don’t know if I can forgive myself," she said. Turning towards me and trying to cuddle into me, her arm draped across my stomach.

We lay in silence for a few minutes, listening to the January wind blowing outside. My head was scrambled; why did I feel so angry with her and yet still turned on by all of this? I thought to myself as we lay there. From nowhere, I spoke.

“Did you enjoy, kissing ...