I was just thinking about how he really appreciated the fact that I showed no interest in being his girlfriend. If I had turned clingy, he would have had nothing more to do with me. Instead, we became friends with benefits even though we never used that expression.
I remember my second fondly. Was in high school.I think most of us remember our ‘first’. I know that I do. And it was a long time ago. But what about our second?
My first was the only woman I fucked for almost three years. Were we well suited? Yes. Probably. But then neither of us had anyone else with whom to compare things. I remember that we nearly had a four-way on one occasion. But then, in the end, we just watched them and they watched us.
My ‘second’ came about when my boss invited me to have drinks with a couple of women from out of town. He had designs on one of them. He needed me to ‘break them apart’ so that he could make his move.
Fred made his play in no uncertain terms. But even a proverbially-blind man could see that the object of his attention was not even vaguely interested. After a couple of hours, she feigned a headache and asked me if I could take her back to her hotel. I finally left her hotel at about 4:30 the following morning.
A few days after that, my first said that she didn’t think that things between us were what they should be. Maybe we needed a break?
For a couple of months, I had to rely on Mrs Palmer and her five daughters. But then, my ‘second’ phoned to say that she had moved to London. Did I want to catch up for a glass of something? I did. And that was the beginning of three years of fabulous sex. You name it, we probably did it. Unfortunately, she was then lured out to Australia by the prospect of a top job. I still think of her – probably more often than I should.
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I think most of us remember our ‘first’. I know that I do. And it was a long time ago. But what about our second?
My first was the only woman I fucked for almost three years. Were we well suited? Yes. Probably. But then neither of us had anyone else with whom to compare things. I remember that we nearly had a four-way on one occasion. But then, in the end, we just watched them and they watched us.
My ‘second’ came about when my boss invited me to have drinks with a couple of women from out of town. He had designs on one of them. He needed me to ‘break them apart’ so that he could make his move.
Fred made his play in no uncertain terms. But even a proverbially-blind man could see that the object of his attention was not even vaguely interested. After a couple of hours, she feigned a headache and asked me if I could take her back to her hotel. I finally left her hotel at about 4:30 the following morning.
A few days after that, my first said that she didn’t think that things between us were what they should be. Maybe we needed a break?
For a couple of months, I had to rely on Mrs Palmer and her five daughters. But then, my ‘second’ phoned to say that she had moved to London. Did I want to catch up for a glass of something? I did. And that was the beginning of three years of fabulous sex. You name it, we probably did it. Unfortunately, she was then lured out to Australia by the prospect of a top job. I still think of her – probably more often than I should.
