Last week my boyfriend of the last two years and I broke up. I have always been a good girl and have only slept with 4 guys in my life, all of which were very serious boyfriends. Saturday I was really down and my girlfriends talked me into going out. I agreed and we pre-drank at one of their apartments. We ended up at a club I knew my boyfriend would never go to and we danced all night, mostly with each other, but occasionally a guy would get in with us. I felt myself getting more and more wasted as the night went on and my friends kept buying me shots which didn’t help. At closing time we were walking out and some really cute guys, we had danced with earlier, asked us to go to a late night party at their house. We went and alot of it is a blur, but next thing I know….
I am in the bathroom with some guy and we are making out. I remember out of pure instinct, I reached down and started rubbing his crotch through his jeans. I could feel him start to get hard and I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. I began jerking it as we kissed and his hand found it’s way into my panties. I was really drunk and really horny. I got down on my knees and started giving him head in the bathroom. Once I started feeling him get really hard I stood up and leaned into him and asked him if he wanted to fuck me. He kissed me and placed me up on the sink counter. I remember my pants falling to my ankles and his hands groping my breasts. Next thing I remember, he is inside of me and pounding away. I remember my head hitting the mirror a few times and me having to try my hardest not to moan. I am not sure how long we were in there, but I do remember we went at it in a few positions. I remember at the end he was telling me he was about to cum and I was straddling him on the toilet. I bounced a few more times and then buried his cock inside of me as I grinded on his lap. He moaned and I felt him start to cum. I have been on birth control for a long time, but have never let anyone cum inside of me. I remember feelimg it start to drip out of me and having a hsrd time standing up. I picked my pants up off the ground and slid back into them. We walked back in to the room where everyone was and I don’t remeber much, but I do remember the ride home and my friends asking what we did in the bathroom. I told them that we had just talked and kissed a little. I woke up feeling extremely guilty and have felt guilty ever since. Me and my ex still talk and we may work it out and I don’t know the guys name I had sex with and probably wouldn’t recognize him if I saw him again. I feel really guilty and still love my boyfriend, but at the same time feel like doing it again with others and building many secrets.