Part 6 – Paul’s POV

It first happened one night late after a concert. But it wasn’t as I hoped it would be. I had been dreaming for so long of what it would be like the first time we made love. My fantasies involved slow, lingering kisses, gentle touches, we would take our time and make it right. I wanted it to be perfect.

But I don’t blame you for what happened, I blame myself. I was just as drunk as you and when we went back to your place deep down I knew what was going to happen. But when your lips came into contact with mine I just lost all control, and before I knew what was happening our tongues and hands were exploring each other’s bodies and clothes were being discarded in a matter of seconds.

I had wanted this for so long, I had wanted you for what seemed like an eternity. And knowing I could finally have you I just couldn’t resist. We stumbled into your bedroom, collapsing onto the bed, and within minutes you thrust deep inside of me and I cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

You grabbed my cock, stroking me hard and trying desperately to bring him to the climax that I knew you were so quickly approaching. You screamed out my name as you came, and I followed shortly after. You withdrew almost immediately and lay next to me on the bed. You looked at me for a brief moment before you closed your eyes and passed out.

For some reason I no longer felt drunk, the only feeling I had as I watched you lay there was one of regret. In the morning I knew you probably wouldn’t even remember what had happened, and if you did remember you’d probably regret it. I thought I was stupid to believe that you could ever want me unless you were drunk.

I got to my feet and quickly walked back out to the lounge room, picking up my scattered clothes along the way and redressing. The tears were freely flowing down my cheeks by the time I opened your front door and left.

part 7