Straight Male / 51
This is a story about something I DIDN'T do, and the reason I'm telling it is I still regret it. I'm telling it now, using real names because I'm sure the people involved are probably dead by now, but if not they're as old as me, so they don't care. Okay, years ago in the 1970s I was living in Manchester, had just split up with my wife and was bringing up my two daughters by myself. So one night I went to an ex-girlfriend's house for a party. At the party was Ray, a local guy, and his really pretty petite little blonde girlfriend Audrey, who was from Birmingham.
It was pretty obvious Ray, although a nice guy, was a total alcoholic. He drank beer non-stop, and eventually came into the party room carrying a full pint of beer, dropped to his knees, carefully placed the pint of beer on the floor without spilling a drop, then rolled over on his side totally unconscious. I have never seen anything even remotely like this before or since.
I got talking to Audrey, and somehow or other we ended up kissing in the bathroom, but people were wanting to use it so we couldn't go any further, and before too much longer Ray came round. However I had already found out that Audrey lived only a couple of hundred metres away from my house, and I had arranged to come and see her a few nights later.
Now, my two daughters were 2 and 3 years old, and being a highly responsible parent I couldn't imagine leaving them without a baby sitter, so I arranged for a friend of mine, Mark, to come and look after them - but he was VERY insistent that I HAD to be back by midnight. So I bought a bottle of champagne, went round to Audrey's, and we had a great time talking , then kissing, then sticking my hand up her short skirt into her knickers. She was wet and hot to trot, and I was all set to fuck the ass off her - until I realised to my horror it was five to midnight, and I remembered Mark had said I HAD to be home by midnight or he wouldn't babysit again. So like a prat, and thinking I would definitely see Audrey again, I walked back home, getting there a minute or two after midnight. I told Mark a little bitterly that he had cost me a fuck - and he said "Oh well, it wouldn't have mattered if you'd been another half hour or so." WHAT!?
The next day I rang Audrey thinking we'd soon do what we'd been just about to do, but she said that Ray had asked her to marry him, and that although she wanted to fuck me she thought it wouldn't be fair on him. I was only twenty-five at the time, so I was a lot more strait-laced than I am now, and I took her at her word. AND I STILL REGRET IT!
It was pretty obvious Ray, although a nice guy, was a total alcoholic. He drank beer non-stop, and eventually came into the party room carrying a full pint of beer, dropped to his knees, carefully placed the pint of beer on the floor without spilling a drop, then rolled over on his side totally unconscious. I have never seen anything even remotely like this before or since.
I got talking to Audrey, and somehow or other we ended up kissing in the bathroom, but people were wanting to use it so we couldn't go any further, and before too much longer Ray came round. However I had already found out that Audrey lived only a couple of hundred metres away from my house, and I had arranged to come and see her a few nights later.
Now, my two daughters were 2 and 3 years old, and being a highly responsible parent I couldn't imagine leaving them without a baby sitter, so I arranged for a friend of mine, Mark, to come and look after them - but he was VERY insistent that I HAD to be back by midnight. So I bought a bottle of champagne, went round to Audrey's, and we had a great time talking , then kissing, then sticking my hand up her short skirt into her knickers. She was wet and hot to trot, and I was all set to fuck the ass off her - until I realised to my horror it was five to midnight, and I remembered Mark had said I HAD to be home by midnight or he wouldn't babysit again. So like a prat, and thinking I would definitely see Audrey again, I walked back home, getting there a minute or two after midnight. I told Mark a little bitterly that he had cost me a fuck - and he said "Oh well, it wouldn't have mattered if you'd been another half hour or so." WHAT!?
The next day I rang Audrey thinking we'd soon do what we'd been just about to do, but she said that Ray had asked her to marry him, and that although she wanted to fuck me she thought it wouldn't be fair on him. I was only twenty-five at the time, so I was a lot more strait-laced than I am now, and I took her at her word. AND I STILL REGRET IT!
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