The Night I Don't Remember - Sex Stories

The Night I Don't Remember

... They left. Devon then ordered me another drink. I tried to stop him and he told me he said if he was going to be sitting here all night we had to do something. I asked him, "Am I holding you back?" He said, "Well, I have been divorced for a few years and your thirties are the new twenties." I was slightly buzzed and feeling high on life. I stood up downed his shot and took a drink of whatever the waitress had just set on the table. And walked to the dance floor. I wasn't even self conscious. I let the music take me and I was dancing with my cousins and more and more people were going us. I danced with a few different guys and a slower song came on and a guy started grinding on me. I tried to push him off, but Devon came up and cut in. Devon put a possessive arm around me a dropped to my hips. He pulled me close and we started dancing. Devon was a good dancer. We were not grinding or anything but I sort of liked how possessive he was holding me. I have not had many boyfriends and none were very serious. I doubt any of them would be so protective or were as attractive and self assured as Devon. The bar was closing and Andrew and Abby said we should come back to their house (I was supposed to bestaying with my aunt and uncle.). The assured me that I was a grown woman and there parents wouldn't mind. Abby pulls out her phone and declares, ...

... "They have been notified you are not in a ditch. Besides we have enough alcohol at the house to survive a drought and Andrew can make a margarita that's die for." We went back. Abby and I ended up trying to outdrink each other. I don't remember much of the evening. I blacked out during the contest. I have a few flashes of memory: being helped off the ground, laughing at the table, and that's it. The next thing I know I am waking up in a guest room? The horrifying thing was that Devon was laying on top of me, and not just on top of me but he was limp inside me. My nipples felt raw and my vagina was on fire. I could see hickies on his neck that were definitely not there before. I had no idea what happened and what to do next. I tried to slide him out but he was too heavy. I started to wiggle trying to get out from under him. Every wiggle burned because I was completely dry and even limp he felt large. I had only had sex one other time. I felt him stir and I froze. He moved a little and I heard him start grumbling. He layed still again. I wanted to get out from under him and into some clothes before Andrew and Abby woke up...if they hadn't already. I did not want him to waking up while he was still inside me. God how big was he anyway? My first story ever... Chapter 2 will continue the story and allude to the night before. SUGGESTIONS PLEASE!