The best birthday, pt5 [MF] [swing]

I actually wasn’t even that late for dinner. It was about half nine when I got home. I still arrived, as I kind of knew I would, to an ironic cheer.

I kinda knew the plan for the evening, but not who was coming, Monica just said it was “some of our friends from the scene”. And I couldn’t believe my fucking luck.

There was Jessica, beautiful tall blonde Jessica.

There was Angela, Jessica’s curvy afro’d girlfriend

There was Mary, the sophisticated Indian pain freak.

And there was Sandra. Oh my word there was Sandra.

Sandra wasn’t part of the scene, although she’d slept with a few of us when she was single. She was a friend of Erica’s (isn’t everyone). She was skinny and Irish and had dyed short blonde hair and she was reasonably short herself and if I suck at describing her it’s because when I look at her I don’t really see her so much as the candle I have carried for her for the better part of a decade.

We did drunkenly hook up once, and we also had a sober hookup, but it was in a sex club we were showing her around and it was all quite cursory. The thing is I didn’t just fancy Sandra, I’d had a serious crush on her for years and years. But fate never seemed to work out properly, and also she wasn’t really poly and so it wasn’t really ethical to date her.

Maybe she didn’t even like me.

Ok this is going to be a short story because I don’t really feel like sharing Sandra with you. Sandra’s special.

We ate, we drank, I was famished. After dinner Sandara asked if I wanted to go upstairs. I couldn’t believe my luck. She was more vocal than I expected, and more aggressive, which was good because I found myself oddly shy (not to mention shagged out). I surprised myself by not lasting that long, although it was by no means an embarrassing performance. Then we had a blissful snuggle in which I opened up and told her I’d always had feelings for her. She said that was pretty obvious (fair) and the fact had been that she’d always had feelings for me too, but she wasn’t sure she could share me with Monica. But now she said she felt more mature after her last breakup and felt she was in a place where she could handle it. I mumbled something about it not really being about maturity but if its right for you, and we agreed we’d take it slow but we’d give it a go.

Then we dressed and I called her a cab and we kissed tenderly while we waited for it. Then she was gone into the night.

I reentered the dining room to whooping and hollering and Monica’s delighted yell of “fucking finally dude!”

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