She refused, instead crawling onto my bed and insisting that she make it up to me. She said that my brother and the other girls were so drunk they had... all fallen asleep. With that she slipped off her top to reveal her breasts. As I gazed at her chest, she slipped into my bed and rolled her body against mine. She planted her tequila-coated tongue in my mouth and snaked her hand under the bed covers. She worked her mouth down my bare chest, pulled back the covers and roughly tugged at my shorts.. I fixed myself some dinner and ate it quietly at the dinner table.The rest of the evening was awkward to say the least. We both tried to avoid any sort of confrontation till finally it was time for bed. My parents had gotten home a couple of hours before and had pretty much just eaten a late dinner and went straight to bed. We could tell they were both tired from their work days. I quickly showered and got ready for bed and then promptly slipped into my covers and tried to sleep.~~~~~~~~~~It. I believed it except for how many girls he slept with, Ian wasn’t that stupid or low.Laughing at his comment I blurt, ‘Yeah, I know.’‘You two were friends weren’t you?’ Ian asks while he continues to strum his guitar.I shrug. ‘I guess you could say so.’‘Well then maybe you can tell me why she’s such a whore,’ he says. We both fall in a fit of laughter. Once all laughter was done Ian went back to writing. After a few moments of silence, he asks, ‘Why would you associate yourself with someone. I never dated the same girl twice. I still have not gotten over the ass fucking I took from the divorce. I was not about to make the same mistake twice.After working the day shift, I would usually stop at the same bar in the hotel's casino, and have a drink. I would chat with the female bartender for a while, as I wound down from the days work session. She was a bleach blonde and very friendly, but the casino frowned on employees having relationships with other employees. So we just kept it.