RS was not the first or the only woman I shared with a guy. I mean, RS had a boyfriend and this guy had a serious crush on me (he was like puppy waiting for a sign of appreciation from me) and not only did he not mind that his girlfriend was spending some crazy nights with me, but in fact he would respectfully turn his back to us when we smooched at his house, in his car, in my car….
Before them, it was in my good ol’ days at the hostel. She (let’s call her “Dolly”) was available to all and I was her roommate. The sex was good and neither was in love with the other, I mean, it was great while it lasted. Then there was MT. I didn’t like him and he didn’t like me. I guess it was because despite how different we seemed to the others, we both knew we were the same---two goons doing the same girl. There was nothing to be said. We both just knew while Dolly continued with her “I’m a virgin/I’m a straight” act with him and me. Neither of us really cared about her actually but I found it damn irritating when he got his hands all over her. And I guess he was damn pissed off that I had what he didn’t…a room with Dolly and no one to bother or stop us. Then one dance night at the hostel, he grabbed her a little too roughly and dragged her to the dance floor but she wriggled free and came to me. Since she looked quite upset, I stopped him from grabbing her again. He was one drink down, angry and before I knew what happened, he put his arm around my waist and danced with me…or rather, made me dance. That was when I discovered that he was a fantastic dancer and he surely knew how to lead! But at that time, our moves were angry (I was livid that he grabbed me) and passionate (he oozed masculanity) at the same time and sometime during that dance, for a few seconds, our eyes met. We knew that each thought that Dolly wasn’t worth a fight, or further dance. He let go of me, bowed his head for a second and looked at me once more. I walked off. Since then we only nodded at each other in recognition when we ran into one another. Then he found a gal around the time Dolly and I parted ways.
BTW, does emotional sharing count? Anyways, My Ex-gal had broken off with her best friend-turned-boyfriend who became a friend again when she and I began to fall in love. The problem was I really liked Jerry, her Ex. I mean, here was a guy with whom I could have all my guy talks with and he was undoubtedly one of the most wonderful guys I knew. And I knew that though she had broken off with him, he had not been able to come to terms with it. He was still in love with her. If break up was not bad enough, she told him that she liked me…she was in love with me…we were now a couple. Once she and I had decided to give us a chance, I had to prepare myself to meet him. He was a different person when he spoke to her and he was different with me. To him I was a guy pal. Anyways, we met at a popular coffee pub, we all laughed and talked as usual. Later, we were headed towards the auto stand when I realised that while I was engrossed in my talks with Jerry, others were much ahead of us and it was just the two of us walking side-by-side. “I wanted to talk to you about something…”
I heard my heart say “uh-oh” right then. I looked questioningly. A casual-questioning look is what i was aiming for but nevermind.
“Have you both…erm…you know gone beyond kissing? I mean have you touched her?
I stared at him wondering where the conversation was going---my death or talk about porn?
He continued, “I have never touched her. I mean, I never got intimate with her. I just couldn’t. It was as if I’ll lose her if acted on my desire but she left me anyway. But as long as I get to see her…I’m ok.”
“You’re okay with the fact that she and I are together?”
“Hey, man! I like you. I’m happy for both of you." He smiled, "So, how was it?”
“What?”
“Ah, come on! You know what I’m talking about.” He winked.
“Jerry!”
Before them, it was in my good ol’ days at the hostel. She (let’s call her “Dolly”) was available to all and I was her roommate. The sex was good and neither was in love with the other, I mean, it was great while it lasted. Then there was MT. I didn’t like him and he didn’t like me. I guess it was because despite how different we seemed to the others, we both knew we were the same---two goons doing the same girl. There was nothing to be said. We both just knew while Dolly continued with her “I’m a virgin/I’m a straight” act with him and me. Neither of us really cared about her actually but I found it damn irritating when he got his hands all over her. And I guess he was damn pissed off that I had what he didn’t…a room with Dolly and no one to bother or stop us. Then one dance night at the hostel, he grabbed her a little too roughly and dragged her to the dance floor but she wriggled free and came to me. Since she looked quite upset, I stopped him from grabbing her again. He was one drink down, angry and before I knew what happened, he put his arm around my waist and danced with me…or rather, made me dance. That was when I discovered that he was a fantastic dancer and he surely knew how to lead! But at that time, our moves were angry (I was livid that he grabbed me) and passionate (he oozed masculanity) at the same time and sometime during that dance, for a few seconds, our eyes met. We knew that each thought that Dolly wasn’t worth a fight, or further dance. He let go of me, bowed his head for a second and looked at me once more. I walked off. Since then we only nodded at each other in recognition when we ran into one another. Then he found a gal around the time Dolly and I parted ways.
BTW, does emotional sharing count? Anyways, My Ex-gal had broken off with her best friend-turned-boyfriend who became a friend again when she and I began to fall in love. The problem was I really liked Jerry, her Ex. I mean, here was a guy with whom I could have all my guy talks with and he was undoubtedly one of the most wonderful guys I knew. And I knew that though she had broken off with him, he had not been able to come to terms with it. He was still in love with her. If break up was not bad enough, she told him that she liked me…she was in love with me…we were now a couple. Once she and I had decided to give us a chance, I had to prepare myself to meet him. He was a different person when he spoke to her and he was different with me. To him I was a guy pal. Anyways, we met at a popular coffee pub, we all laughed and talked as usual. Later, we were headed towards the auto stand when I realised that while I was engrossed in my talks with Jerry, others were much ahead of us and it was just the two of us walking side-by-side. “I wanted to talk to you about something…”
I heard my heart say “uh-oh” right then. I looked questioningly. A casual-questioning look is what i was aiming for but nevermind.
“Have you both…erm…you know gone beyond kissing? I mean have you touched her?
I stared at him wondering where the conversation was going---my death or talk about porn?
He continued, “I have never touched her. I mean, I never got intimate with her. I just couldn’t. It was as if I’ll lose her if acted on my desire but she left me anyway. But as long as I get to see her…I’m ok.”
“You’re okay with the fact that she and I are together?”
“Hey, man! I like you. I’m happy for both of you." He smiled, "So, how was it?”
“What?”
“Ah, come on! You know what I’m talking about.” He winked.
“Jerry!”
3 comments:
my dear deviant desi chick.... fascinating. as always.
:)
how's life n all?
now that my lesbian guardian angel is here (her partner sends me telephonic guidance), all is looking brighter than b4.
:P
LOL.
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