Mr. Oops

It's a big going out night in Manhattan and as I'm getting beautified, I get a Facebook message from a guy who I know from a mutual friend. A mutual friend I used to make out with. He's seeing if I'm in town and wants to hang out. I've only hung out with him a handful of times. I've never thought anything of him because he's always had a girlfriend, and he still does. But I will say that he is incredibly cute. 26, All-American, super tall, VERY toned body, and an endearing baby face. Still, he has a girlfriend and we've never even flirted in the past. So, I invite him out with no intentions of doing anything with him.

We meet on the Lower East Side and start drinking. I tell him my mission is to get shit faced (due to my frustrations with Brit). We then head over to another bar to meet up with my friends. A couple drinks later, we are dancing our asses off on the dance floor. We start dancing a little closer and his arm sporadically comes around my waist. I dance a little closer. Totally innocent, right?

My friends decide to leave and we decide to stay. Now it's just the two of us. We are both wasted. This is dangerous. We start grinding. It's getting hot. He sits down and I start grinding against his boner. He begins to rub my thighs. I turn my head, and he goes in for a kiss. Oops.

We make out for what seems like 5 hours. Everyone's staring but I don't care. A girl comes over with a digital camera. I ask her what she's doing. She asks, "Can I take a picture of you?" Me: "NO!" I go back to making out with Mr. Oops. I go to the bathroom to pee and later I find out a guy came over to Oops to tell him that he's the luckiest man at the bar. I concur. I come back from the restroom and we're now standing up and making out. Oops is a very good kisser, very good with his tongue. The kissing becomes more passionate and I reach down to feel his package. I like it. We grab our jackets and head out the door around 3:30am. I tell him he has to walk me home. Oops offers to give me a ride on his bike. Talk about a New York moment: two drunken horny kids on a bike at almost 4am, stopping every other block to make out. You can't make this shit up.

We get to outside my apartment and we make out some more while I rub his cock. I never knew I could be this aggressive! I tell him he's so hot. He tells me he can't do this, so I ease up on the rubbing. Oops pushes in for even more tongue action and asks, "Do you have something to drink at your apartment?" A little perplexed, I respond, "Sure, whatever you want."

Mr. Oops is not the smoothest guy if you can't tell. He's a little nervous but I understand there's a little more to it than just nervousness. Guilt, probably. He comes up to my apartment and I push him on to my bed (If my bed could talk, I wonder what it would say...). We continue our making out and Oops undresses me. I take pleasure in undressing him, exposing his athletic physique. Oops has a 6-pack that even I am envious of. His hand is so big that it covers my entire stomach. I reach down to touch his cock. It's not rock solid but it is definitely up. I grab a condom and we go at it. I can't recall what happened after that...

The next morning, I am surprised he doesn't have an "oh shit" moment. He seems chill, and I can feel the tip of his morning wood against my thigh. I vow not to do anything about it. Anything he does now in his sober state, he'll have to take responsibility for. Oops starts our conversation with "Well, this is weird." He then puts his arms around me and we start grinding while he fingers me. He puts on a condom and we fuck until he cums.

We maturely talk about how things will not be weird between us. We also say how neither one of us expected or planned for this to happen. I sense a small level of guilt in his voice and now I feel bad. He tells me it's not my fault and not to feel bad. Oops puts on his clothes and hugs me good bye.

Am I becoming a sex addict?