“I don’t even think of you that often” – Trish, Part One [M/F]

It was 2007, I think. And it had been about a year or two since I began getting over my previous long-term relationship.

It was a dark and difficult time for me, so I was glad to be in a new place – a place where I could be adventurous and free to do whatever I wanted. I was finally done pitying myself because of the breakup, and wanted to be happy Being alone in my mid twenties was difficult because I’ve always had a pretty high libido, so I was lonely. Not just sexually but also for companionship.

My relationship with Trish was never a “relationship,” only a friendship. But from about September 2007 to April or May 2008, our friendship was one that gave me amazing emotions but also some heartache.

We started talking on MySpace. She was thirty-two or thirty-three back then. We shared so many interests: Same tastes in movies, a shared love of space and the cosmos, and had the same great passion for music. And for any music that she and I didn’t have in common, we were content to share with each other.

The first time we hung out (by that, I mean the first time we met in person) was at a Maria Taylor show downtown, at one of Athens’ small little clubs that would tend to get overcrowded and too loud for the small space that it was.

She was attractive, just like in her pictures only more real.

I feel like we hit it off, obviously. It’s hard to say that we didn’t, because we connected the way two humans connect when they really simply enjoy one another’s company. And also obviously, because we hung out quite often after that first night, almost always late at night. We would go get food or see some music, or stay in my bed watching movies.

One night I remember watching Contact, and we must have started it late because we fell asleep in the middle of it. The ending somehow woke me up, so I shut off the television and daylight was beginning to break. I went back to sleep, because I didn’t want to wake her up.

I don’t know how we got into the comfort zone of just sleeping in bed together, it just happened naturally. We were comfortable. It never came up, it just happened.

We did that often from September to November. We slept together in my bed, only sleeping, nothing else. Just two close friends, because we connected and felt in tune with one another. We had many late night talks that lead to us both saying things like that. I remember her saying how she loved being able to be so in touch with another human being. At some point, I realised I fell in love too quickly, but I never said it. I didn’t want to ruin anything, so I kept it to myself.

One particular day in December, we slept in really late. It was my day off and she stayed over with me. I feel like it was late afternoon when we woke up. We drowsily were talking about me driving her home as we were cuddled together, our legs kind of intertwined with each other’s.

Something came over me, then. For some strange reason, I decided to let loose and I rolled over on top of her and kissed her hard on the mouth.

I paused a moment and looked at her. To my surprise she pulled my face back down to hers and kissed me back hard.

She tasted of cigarettes. I was never a smoker so the taste was distinct, and even now I think of her when I smell cigarettes, and usually only then. I kissed her some more while she reached around my lower back and pulled me tighter and closer to her body. One of her legs was wrapped around me and we were both grinding hard into each other. Every now and then her hand would wander down to my butt and pull me towards her more, as if to say she wishes we were fucking.

My cock was hard in my pants and animal instinct was making me move my hips into her, hard against her body between her spread legs, moving along with her rhythmic grinding. I was wishing our pants were gone, and god, I wanted to fuck her.

I had one hand on her face while we made out, and occasionally caressed downwards to her neck. With my other hand, I had begun lifting her shirt. I didn’t linger too long, and soon began kissing her tits over her bra, and licking her skin just where the top of her bra stopped.

I wanted to pull her bra down. That’s when I DID linger and hesitate. I wanted to rip her clothes off and suck her nipples, and then to spread her legs and fuck her. But we had never done this before. We had never talked about anything sexual or romantic. We slept together so many nights, cuddled close and felt the closeness and warmth of each other’s bodies, but THIS was a first.

I could feel her heart pounding. Or was it mine? It was definitely both. We stopped kissing and I leaned up on my arms and looked into her eyes, while are bottom halves were still moving and slowly grinding into each other, making slow “i want to fuck you” motions.

She smiled when she broke the silence: “Fuck, now I gotta take a cold shower.”

We both genuinely laughed, softly.

I got up off of her, and then helped her up off my bed. I drove her home.

She got out of my car and said, “See you tomorrow, okay?” I nodded.

We went back to our usual friendly late nights with nothing sexual happening, not until two or three weeks later.

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