Suck it and See

On saturday night I visited my friend and we went out for her birthday. It was a really great night and I was so happy to see her. 

However, towards the end of the night I lost her and so I went to get a taxi by myself. After taking a ticket I stood in the room waiting for my number to be called. Two guys began chatting to me and before long we were joking around and I felt much less lonely. They had been to Willow and so I instantly knew they were students, so I figured I'd ask and see if they lived anywhere near where I was going. 

Result! They lived just at the bottom of the road and so we shared a taxi back. 

We stopped at their house first and one of them invited me in for coffee so I spontaneously said yeah.  Genuinely there was no reasoning behind it (even though 'do you want a coffee' always leads to bed), I didnt overly want to get laid, I just enjoyed the company and wanted the warmth. 

So we had coffee and one boy went to bed.  The other, a 4th year medical student, captain of a football team, offered me to stay over and I said yes because I will always choose an instant bed over a ten minute walk to a shitty couch. Also, he was pretty attractive. 

I got in bed fully dressed. He turned off the light. Removed everything but his boxers and climbed in next to me. We made small talk for a while as an excuse to get a bit closer. I wanted a cuddle, maybe a little more. He was instantly hard and I hadnt even touched him yet, and that was when I knew that we were definitely going to fuck. 

Except it was 5am and I didn't know this boy at all, could barely remember his name,  yet when he touched me my body was alive and focussed on pleasure. Our mouths connected and his fingers gently rubbed my nipple. I was awake, eager for more and the fact that I didnt know him only made it more exciting. 

We had great sex and I came quickly. At some point I fell asleep, and when I awoke again, he was touching me, teasing me. He fucked me again, unprotected and within minutes he was thrusting his load inside me. 

We slept until the alarm went off a couple of hours later. 

He gathered his clothes, I began to pick up mine and then he said

'I'm going for a shower. The doors open so you can let yourself out.'

It wasnt exactly a car crash, or a blow to the chest but it was definitely a rebuttal and I wonder why these double standards exist. He fucked me because he wanted to. 

He invited me back, because he wanted to. 

I accepted because I wanted to. 

Why does this give him the moral highground, as if I'm some whore who pressured him into letting me stay and then fucked him and ran away with his money? 

Shitty double standards.

My god, I'm ready for a girlfriend.