First Offense

A few days pass and we’re finally getting settled in.  Isaac, Cohutta, and I decide to out the neighborhood, as we still have no which part of Sydney we’re living in.  During this walk we meet a sexy Irish girl… that’s right, a sexy Irish girl… I didn’t know they existed either until this moment.  Isaac, exchanged numbers with girl, whose name was Norin.  She told us about a good bar to go to and that’s where she and all her friends were going that night.  So that night all of us went out to the Bondi Hotel.  I know it seems weird, but a lot of bars are called hotels in Australia.  Apparently during the Victorian age you drank at whatever boarding house you stayed in.  The bars are still around today, even if you can’t stay in them anymore.  So we’re at the Bondi hotel.  Everyone is having a good time.  Isaac’s meeting up with his Norin chick.  I’m working the room the best I can, trying to be a good wing man for Isaac and Cohutta.  Out of nowhere fights start popping off left and right.  I don’t know if its surf tribes.  I don’t know if we’re involved.  I know that the bar was uneasy about us being there to begin with.  You see, Americans were not well received during the age of Bush.  And to top it off, we represent the most brash and arrogant of Americans.  Whether we were or not, it’s how we were perceived.  After several fights occur, the bar does the whole:  “That’s it, everybody’s got to go!” thing.  Lights start coming on, the crew is scrambling.  They didn’t expect it, we didn’t expect it.  Me and my other six roommates are spread out all over the place.  In all this chaos Kelly Anne finds me and pulls me, quite aggressively, into a bathroom and starts kissing me, also quite aggressively.  I’m not gonna lie… It was hot.  It was one of those situations where you knew you wanted it to happen, it definitely should not happen, and it’s probably going to happen again.  It was the opening of my personal Pandora’s Box.  Every bad situation that I encountered in Sydney was a derivative of this moment.  Fuck that moment.  I was actually doing really well, I mean I was flirting around, but nothing was happening.  Cock sucker!  This was the first time I cheated on my girlfriend Julie.  My first offense, if you would.  We get back to the house, and on this night… we share a bed.  Though it seems it was, I swear was not preplanned the way we start exclaiming to the air:  “We’ll put a pillow between us and spoon just because we miss the act of spooning.”  “Yes that’s perfectly innocent, platonic friend.”  Trust me when I say there was nothing platonic about our intentions, and that pillow didn’t do much to defend against our naughty hands.  Naughty indeed, Kelly Anne, the fucking mouth on this broad…  She would say, and I had no idea it would turn me on so much, some dirty, dirty stuff.  [Side Note:  girls, by the way, when a boy is cheating on his girlfriend, even when he’s drunk, and lonely, and in bed with a hot girl… the last thing he wants to hear about, is his girlfriend.  It’s not just Kelly Anne, several girls I cheated on my girlfriend with would say things like, “You should break up with your girlfriend.” while twirling my dick around with their fingers.  That makes me think of my girlfriend, and what a scumbag I’m being… I really have to power through this just to stay hard, trust me I’m not that big of an asshole, though an asshole.]  Where was I, speaking of twirling my dick around, Kelly Anne is jerking me off, I’m finger banging the shit out of her, and we’re making out under the sheets.  This is tricky to say the least.  Someone could write a book on the degree of difficulty involved in hooking up someone in a reality television house and not getting caught.  So we’re mugging out, I’m working the G-spot, she’s jacking me off, and the whole time saying:  “I can’t wait to fuck you!”, “You’re gonna leave your girlfriend after you have me.”, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.  One thing I’ll never forget, is how utterly disappointed I was with Kelly Anne’s breast.  I know she’s had at least three augmentations to this date, maybe more, I don’t know I started writing this in 2009.  I’m sure the new tits look great, but when we lived together, no sir.  I don’t know what NASA scientist developed her push up bra, but during the day this chick looks like she’s rocking some well rounded C’s… takes the bra off and they disappear into a couple of giant nipples.  I don’t think I ever really appreciated the messing around while spooning approach until I did this show.  It’s great because you can just act like you’re holding her stomach, even with a camera on you, and slowly inch down until you’re knuckle deep in clit heaven.  Same with the girl, she’s in a bit more of a precarious position, but she can lovingly tug on your ding dong and because of the position of your bodies, there’s no lifted blankets to give away your activities.  Another good thing is it shows we’re obviously not kissing.  Most people, when they’re in the throes of passion, are enthusiastically making out with one another.  If you’re just lying, face to the back of a girl’s head, smiling ear to ear, who’s to say that you’re not just dreaming about playing with a puppy.  It is however, in this position, that all of the controversy around Miss Anne and I arose.  You see, I was smiling ear to ear, but because she was jacking me off from behind, and rubbing the head of my dick against the lips of her vaggy vag.  Now, I’m horny as hell, intoxicated, and I’m frigging her pussy like a DJ working a turn table.  While jerking me off, she grabs my extended pinky and slowly pushes it in her ass.  This was fucking sexy; it shows a lot about where the sexual possibilities between the two of us can go from here.  And believe you me, I liked what I saw.  We’ve been at it for awhile, and I start to sober up.  I find that when you’re doing something you know you shouldn’t be, the more sober you become, the less appealing the activity is.  Call it moral compass, call it conscious.  Call it whatever the fuck you want, but I knew I was in the wrong.  I knew this wasn’t worth it.  Kelly Anne wasn’t worth my girlfriend.  Soon after this, the rubbing my head against her vag, turns into slowly inserting my dick.  I’ve never wanted something, and not wanted something so bad.  It’s not that I wasn’t horny.  It’s not that I didn’t want to fuck this broad.  I really, genuinely felt bad.  This is the first time I’m cheating on my girlfriend, who until now, I was under the impression I was going to marry, without ever cheating on her, and live happily ever after.  I slowly push away from her and begin the cooling down process.  That night I told Kelly Anne we can’t do anything ever again.  And she seemed cool with it.  Man, I was stupid to believe that was possible.