Jack just called to say he's on his way back. I should be excited. Instead I'm kind of nervous.

I slept with Adam last night. I went out with him and his friends. I had a great time. His friends were cool (I've never met any of Jack's friends which I'm now thinking is kind of odd). They were all real nice and tried to include me in their group. I had a little too much to drink but I wasn't out of control. I knew what I was doing when the bar closed and I went back to Adam's apartment.

We went straight to his room. We made out like wild animals and I started to take my clothes off. Less than a minute after I was naked I positioned myself doggy style. Like I said, I was a little drunk. He wasn't gentle he fucked me hard. Pounding me into the pillow. He lasted a long time, probably because he was intoxicated too. I was enjoying every minute.

When he came, we collapsed on to the bed. He was asleep in less than a minute. It wasn't fair, I couldn't fall asleep. That's when I started feeling guilty. I thought about his girlfriend. She wasn't my responsibility though, and if he slept with me something must not be right with their relationship. But what really kept me awake was thinking about Jack. While we're not officially boyfriend/girlfriend I would be pretty pissed if slept with another girl.

I left before Adam woke up. I had to go to work for a little while this morning. He left a message on my cell while I was there. I called him back while I was driving home and we agreed we have to talk. We were going to meet up this afternoon but Jack was coming straight to my place when he gets back to town so me and Adam delayed our talk.

I'm sorry if this isn't the most well written entry. I'm still a little hungover and I have alot of thoughts running through my head.