being honest with me. Even if it fucking sucks.” This makes me giggle. “Not funny.”
“You are baby, you are.”
“Paul, Jeremy and Kyle are coming over tonight to watch the game,” James says to me down the phone. I’m working from home, he’s at actual work after refusing to spend the day in bed with me due to ‘too much to do today’. Pfft. “I completely forgot.”
“That’s fine, we’ll order in. Bring some beer on the way home.” I hang up and flick through my magazine. Work can wait.
Paul, Jeremy and Kyle were James’ groomsmen at our wedding. Kyle was his best man, he’s a great guy but has the most shocking red hair I’ve ever seen. Jeremy is a bear of a man, has his own security company. He looks like Morpheus off the Matrix, I tell him so on occasion.
Now Paul, that’s a tough subject. Paul is the guy I lost my virginity to at the age of nineteen. He’s been James’ close friend for years. We had a, umm, casual relationship for a couple of years before just fucking on sight, meaning we stopped seeking each other and just literally fucked when we crossed paths for e.g. in a club I’d go home with him. On the street, I’d go home with him. Etc. The last time was two weeks before the wedding, though I gave him a blowjob two nights before when he came round begging for me to not marry James. He was drunk and insisted he was in love with me, that he was just waiting for me to decide I wanted a steady relationship.
It sucked, like really sucked. I always had a soft spot for Paul, not only is he a black haired beauty but he’s also kind, considerate, a great lay and came whenever I called. If I wasn’t so up my own ass for the duration of our relationship I would have noticed the looks, the sweet touches and caresses. Worst problem, I haven’t seen him since my father’s funeral. And before that it was James’ stag do when he showed up on my doorstep pleading with me to take him instead. So I have no doubt in my mind tonight is going to be an awkward affair.
I just have to remember to keep my hands to myself. My body is familiar with Paul, even though we kept our affair a secret, I know my hands could easily betray me. Our connection is strong seeing as he was my first. Most girls give their virginity to guys with zero experience putting them off sex or making them believe it’s always going to be mediocre.
Let’ just say Paul gave me at least four orgasms before even prodding me with his stick and when he did by god I came apart at the seams. He’s very talented and was very gentle.
The question is… do I tell James about me and Paul or shall I just leave it in the past?
Definitely the past .
Libido, you are a coward.
We both are dearie .
Definitely agreeing with you. Keep trap shut. Don’t say nothin’.
Agreed. Or we may not get sex for a while .
I nod once, confirming my own thoughts and read through the magazine. There are pictures of me and Jacob Stone a few pages in. Having dinner with Marie, him leaning over and playing with my hair. It looks intimate but I was there, it wasn’t intimate at all.
I ignore the captions, I never read them for fear my heart would break. My personality may give an “I’m totally impervious and unbreakable” vibe but it’s not true. Words affect me as much as the next person, I just don’t let them get to me. Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.
Maya: You seen our pictures in Gossip Times?
Jacob: Lol, looking at them now. You look prettyful.
Maya: You’re a doll… anyway just thought I’d warn you in case you hadn’t seen them. Don’t tell me what they say.
Jacob: They say how we’ve been photographed out and about. Just that I’m the new face for your advertising. Nothing ba d
Maya: Jacob Stone doesn’t speak English… I said DON’T tell me
“You are baby, you are.”
“Paul, Jeremy and Kyle are coming over tonight to watch the game,” James says to me down the phone. I’m working from home, he’s at actual work after refusing to spend the day in bed with me due to ‘too much to do today’. Pfft. “I completely forgot.”
“That’s fine, we’ll order in. Bring some beer on the way home.” I hang up and flick through my magazine. Work can wait.
Paul, Jeremy and Kyle were James’ groomsmen at our wedding. Kyle was his best man, he’s a great guy but has the most shocking red hair I’ve ever seen. Jeremy is a bear of a man, has his own security company. He looks like Morpheus off the Matrix, I tell him so on occasion.
Now Paul, that’s a tough subject. Paul is the guy I lost my virginity to at the age of nineteen. He’s been James’ close friend for years. We had a, umm, casual relationship for a couple of years before just fucking on sight, meaning we stopped seeking each other and just literally fucked when we crossed paths for e.g. in a club I’d go home with him. On the street, I’d go home with him. Etc. The last time was two weeks before the wedding, though I gave him a blowjob two nights before when he came round begging for me to not marry James. He was drunk and insisted he was in love with me, that he was just waiting for me to decide I wanted a steady relationship.
It sucked, like really sucked. I always had a soft spot for Paul, not only is he a black haired beauty but he’s also kind, considerate, a great lay and came whenever I called. If I wasn’t so up my own ass for the duration of our relationship I would have noticed the looks, the sweet touches and caresses. Worst problem, I haven’t seen him since my father’s funeral. And before that it was James’ stag do when he showed up on my doorstep pleading with me to take him instead. So I have no doubt in my mind tonight is going to be an awkward affair.
I just have to remember to keep my hands to myself. My body is familiar with Paul, even though we kept our affair a secret, I know my hands could easily betray me. Our connection is strong seeing as he was my first. Most girls give their virginity to guys with zero experience putting them off sex or making them believe it’s always going to be mediocre.
Let’ just say Paul gave me at least four orgasms before even prodding me with his stick and when he did by god I came apart at the seams. He’s very talented and was very gentle.
The question is… do I tell James about me and Paul or shall I just leave it in the past?
Definitely the past .
Libido, you are a coward.
We both are dearie .
Definitely agreeing with you. Keep trap shut. Don’t say nothin’.
Agreed. Or we may not get sex for a while .
I nod once, confirming my own thoughts and read through the magazine. There are pictures of me and Jacob Stone a few pages in. Having dinner with Marie, him leaning over and playing with my hair. It looks intimate but I was there, it wasn’t intimate at all.
I ignore the captions, I never read them for fear my heart would break. My personality may give an “I’m totally impervious and unbreakable” vibe but it’s not true. Words affect me as much as the next person, I just don’t let them get to me. Nobody can make you feel inferior without your consent.
Maya: You seen our pictures in Gossip Times?
Jacob: Lol, looking at them now. You look prettyful.
Maya: You’re a doll… anyway just thought I’d warn you in case you hadn’t seen them. Don’t tell me what they say.
Jacob: They say how we’ve been photographed out and about. Just that I’m the new face for your advertising. Nothing ba d
Maya: Jacob Stone doesn’t speak English… I said DON’T tell me
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