Chapter 5

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After spending the entire afternoon lazing around home, mindlessly browsing the early 2000s internet, I felt a sudden urge to do something. Through the window I saw that the sun was slowing setting.

I decided to venture out to a nearby bar called 'Comrades Bar'. I slipped in the same sneakers I wore to meet with Lin, put on the same sweater as well, grabbed my purse, and head out.

As I walked to my car, the sounds of the city enveloped me – cars honking, people chatting. I loved the energy of Liberty City, and it also caught up with me as I started to get excited spending time in the bar.

When I arrived at 'Comrades Bar', I was immediately struck by the cozy and inviting atmosphere. The bar was bustling with people – groups of friends catching up over drinks, couples laughing and flirting, and solo patrons enjoying a quiet moment alone.

I found a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of red wine, savoring the rich and velvety taste as I took in my surroundings. The bartender, a friendly and jovial man with a bushy beard and twinkling eyes, struck up a conversation with me. We talked about random things. He's a kind and interesting man, but honestly not enough to catch that kind of interest for me.

As the night wore on, I found myself chatting with other patrons around me. The music was lively, the drinks were flowing, and the atmosphere was vibrant and alive.

I became drunk, as I drank quite a lot of wine. And soon, I found myself home with the bartender. He was drunk too, after his shift ended he stayed at the bar to drink. Together, we came to my home, and we got undressed.

We pleasured each other with our mouths before we got to the main meal.

He lay me down for an imminent deep fucking. He can feel the heat of my labia as he pushes the head of his dick into my warm folds. He take a moment to appreciate the sensation of being balls deep in my young, 19 year old, pussy. Lewd noises fill the room, as he thrusts his dick again and again into the depths of my honey pot.

"MMmmm...!" I moan as I put my hand over my mouth.

I push my cervix down on the head of his cock and gleefully lure him inside, his member grows stiff and settles within her. My uterus gladly accepts and envelopes his cock, eager to fulfill its purpose.

"Ah~ Mh~ Aahh~ AYAAAH!~"

I can feel the pressure in his shaft building up- that incredible pleasure right before release...My body convulses as he pours his molten lust into my womb. Baby batter drips from the freshly baked creampie. He prop my hips up to keep as much as sperm as possible inside me, funneling the pearlescence downward to my awaiting eggs.

"Ahhh~ This was great..." I moan with a sigh, and with satisfaction.

"Ugh..." he groans as he makes a few small thrusts a few times before pulling out. "Yeah..shit."

Cum drips out of my pussy as I look down. "Did you have to come inside me tho?" I ask with a smile.

"You didn't tell me to pull out." He says with a smirk. He sighs as he stands up and starts getting dressed. "I'm gonna leave if that's alright."

"Yeah. It might sound rude, but I was gonna tell you to leave anyway." I laugh.

Hearing me, he laughed too. A few minutes later, we bid each other farewell, and he left.

After that, I spent like 15 minutes searching for any after pills, and found them. I took them with a glass of water before going to sleep, not being bothered with the bodily fluids on the blankets.

The next morning, I woke up feeling a bit groggy but relieved that I had taken the necessary precautions. As I lay in bed, the events of the night replayed in my mind. I couldn't deny that I had enjoyed the spontaneous encounter, but next time I'll make sure to use condom. It's not like I'll do this a lot. I'm not some slut; I just had to relive myself after the crazy things that have been happening to me. Reincarnation, bank robbery, possibly murdering, money laundering...

I needed that sex. You could say that I could have just masturbated or used a dildo, but I didn't even plan this; I just drank, he wanted to do me, and I was like...'It's been a while, it would be good, and he doesn't look bad either.' You feel me?

I head to the shower and wash myself throughly, washing away the sweat and sex smell off of me, also doing my best the scratch the semen, that I can reach, out of me.

After done washing up, I look into my fridge for something to eat for breakfast. Yesterday I didn't eat anything other than a few snacks in the bar, as I didn't have any appetite. Maybe this is why I got drunk quickly.

In the fridge I found some eggs...that's it. I took that out, then after searching, I found an onion. I decided to make scrambled eggs with onion.

I cut up the onions to stripes, pour oil in a pan; put on the stove to heat it; scrambled 2 eggs, poured the onions in the pan after the oil heated up, and when the onion was good, I poured the eggs over it. I stirred the egg and onion around a bit until the eggs were stuck together, then I poured it on a plate.

I took a slice of bread, and ate it with the egg at my table. I sigh a bit as it's lonely eating alone; even tho I've been doing it for 5 years. Those fucking wars in Angola have killed my family. After searching the contact informations, I didn't find any family in the list either, so the previous owner of the body either didn't have any family either or is not on good terms with them.