My double Eskimo sister [FM]

So this was a first for me.

There is exactly one thing in this world I love more than sex, and that’s reading. I think I average about 70 books a year.

*This is indeed a humble brag, and not a very humble one at that. I like that I read. I think it’s one of the more wholesome and interesting parts of my personality.*

Like a true bisexual, I’ve never settled on a specific genre. I read everything.

*Idk, maybe I just haven’t found the RIGHT sci-fi book to turn me on to that genre forever.*

I’ve never really met anyone who has the exact reading taste I do because I love all genres… Until recently anyway.

So, I’m still friends with a dude I fucked way back in the day. For clarity sake, I’m going to name him Abe. There was never much between us except a mutual attraction, but we do have a genuine affection for each other and a wholesome friendship.

Abe and I only fucked for a two week period when I was single years ago. We had been friends for a few years at that point, and to be honest I’m surprised it took so long. We flirted a few times when we were out and then one fateful New Years Eve he was my midnight kiss.

And then we didn’t really stop kissing.

We were at a party at his house and after about ten minutes of making out, he whisked me to his bedroom where he proceeded to pull my skirt up and immediately started eating me out.

*God bless men who make sure their partners get off first.*

He was REALLY good at sex. Not only did I orgasm from his tongue, I got off later when we were fucking. He fingered me again before we were going to sleep, and I think I gave him head the next morning out of pure gratitude.

The inevitable question of why we didn’t date is actually pretty simple: We didn’t want to. We hooked up twice after that. Then we had “the talk.” He was seeing someone else, who frankly I felt like he had a stronger connection with. We tried to articulate what we were, and agreed we were better friends.

I have a soft spot for Abe though. First off, I know for a fact he’s good at sex, he’s super hot, and a remarkably international friend. I once had a minor surgery and Abe sat at the hospital for three hours to make sure I was ok. Throughout the years, I have set Abe up with many of my friends, and somehow he is still single.

*I actually do know why… Abe is a bit of fuckboy. I don’t hold it against him. He’s upfront about how much he loves his independence, and I’ve never really seen him hurt anyone. In fact, everyone I know who has hooked up with him usually talks about how he’s super sweet and very good at sex… Which I think shows how much being honest about intentions can make a very big difference.*

Alright, so the same year I fucked Abe, I met this dude randomly when I was out. I’m going call this dude Robert. Our sexual tension is kind of a thing of legends I’ve actually written about on here a few times. We technically never fucked, but for a solid month we fooled around and sexted. He used to speak Spanish to me in bed, and I promise dirty talk in a romance language is objectively better.

*”I’d unravel you until you were nothing but mine,” is a line I have often revisited.*

Sadly, Robert and I just wanted different things. If I’m being honest? I liked him. I think he liked me too. I don’t think we could have been casual because we had too much chemistry, which was a dealbreaker at the time. We agreed to not see each other… But he did finger me before he left on our final night. That was fun.

Robert and I remained in each others’ orbit. He’s cool AF and I actually hired him once to be an official translator for some legal documents. I also set him up with one of my friends a few years back. So while we’re not close, I adore him. He’s a gem.

This is so much back story to talk about a woman I have not fucked… (*yet. I’m an optimist.*)

Last month Abe started texting me about this girl who I had to meet. He went off about “how similar” we are, and kept telling me he was positive we’d be best friends. His main push? We read the same books. That’s all he would say.

*Stable friendships have been born from weaker foundations, I suppose.*

So Abe set us all up on a friend date, and then bailed. In the group chat he sent us that he was going to be late, my new bestie texted back that she was already there, but that it wasn’t a big deal because she had a book.

The thing was, I was already there with a book… I walked around the corner and she was indeed at the bar, reading a book I finished a few months ago.

So this girl is fucking AWESOME and possibly the hottest woman I’ve seen in years. By the time Abe texted he couldn’t make it, we were three wines and fifty book recommendations deep. When I found out she was bisexual woman married to a man, all hell broke loose and we became THOSE drunk girls suddenly hugging and declaring that we were new best friends.

“Abe is the gift who keeps on giving,” she chucked.

I paused, studied her for a bit, and then burst out laughing. “Wait… Have you fucked him?”

“Years ago. How did you know?”

“Because he’s very, um, *giving.*”

She burst out laughing and then whispered, “V, he got me off first with his tongue before we fucked. And he was GREAT.”

“He did the same for me!”

We ordered shots.

“Ok,” I continued, “on a scale of 1-10, how good is Abe with his tongue compared to women you’ve fucked?”

“He’s up there!” She slurred. “I orgasmed pretty fast. He wants to look you in the eye though.”

“Yeah… In a sweet way. That’s not my thing. I made him flip me over.”

“Oh my god, me too!”

We burst out laughing and hugged each other.

“Why didn’t y’all date?” She asked as she ordered another round.

“I don’t even know. I wasn’t really dating at the time. Plus… He’s kind of a fuckboy.”

“Yep! That’s why we didn’t work out either. But he’s so sweet about it that I can’t hold it against him.”

“I know, I fucking love Abe.”

“Well,” she laughed as she lifted her glass, “cheers to being Eskimo sisters. You have GREAT taste.”

We went back to talking about books and eventually exchanged phones to add each other on Social media. When she found me, she started giggling. “Oh no…”

“What?” I asked.

And then I saw it.

“Hey V? How do you know Robert?”

I looked at her before we both burst out laughing again. “I was out at a bar and we met randomly. We hooked up for a while… You?”

“He’s my ex. We weren’t serious, but I adore him.”

“Fucking stop it! I do too! He’s such a nice guy.”

“Such a sweetheart,” she agreed.

“The absolute best.”

“…Do you want to talk about his penis?”

“I do!” I almost yelled as I slammed my hands on the bar. “He’s fucking huge. I used to love dry humping him because I could feel his dick through his pants. He made me come once from it. I didn’t wear underwear so I could just rub my clit against him.”

“I had to get drunk the first time we fucked because I was afraid it was going to hurt. It did. He’s great at sex though. We’re DOUBLE Eskimo sisters!”

“Maybe not. I wouldn’t know. We never fucked… Well depending on your definition. Are we still Eskimo sisters if we never technically had sex?”

“How non-technical?”

“Does oral count?”

“Was he inside you in any capacity?”

“Yes…”

“Then it counts.”

We toasted to being double Eskimo sisters. This had never happened to either of us.

“Bro, that was a hard dick to suck,” I said.

“Right? Like, I couldn’t get my mouth around it.”

“Poor Robert. That man is never getting deep throated.”

“I tried once and feared permanent damage. But whatever, I swallowed enough of that man’s cum. He’s doing fine.”

*I think I’m in love with this woman.*

“Did he speak Spanish to you in bed?” I laughed.

“Oh yeah. I think that’s his thing, right? I don’t speak Spanish, but he told me English kills the mood.”

“He did say that to me.”

“I wonder how many lines we’ve both heard.”

We compared. It turns out both Abe and Robert recycled some of their dirty talk.

“Can I just say something?” I asked. I was very drunk at this point.

“You can say anything to me, V.” She was also drunk.

*Yeah… If you can’t tell, we may have had some tension. Which happens even when you’re married and fine so long as you don’t act on it and tell your partner when necessary. I’m still a human.*

“I feel so fucking good about myself because you are hot as fuck,” I slurred.

“Dude, stop it. You’re like… so hot. Those men are so lucky.”

“They are, right? They got both of us.”

We clinked glasses.

We almost kissed then. We had that moment when her hand reached for my knee, my hand touched her cheek, and we leaned in slightly.

I stopped it.

It’s a bummer too. I’m VERY curious how this would have translated on a physical level, and I suspect very well. If this was a porn or younger V, I would have fucked her silly. Or maybe just married her.

We might be soulmates.

But alas, I had not texted my husband beforehand and I don’t make out with people without his sacred thumbs up… And usually never unless he’s present and participating.

*We have very specific rules about this.*

All that is to say, life is long and I’m an optimist. At the absolute very least, I made a friend with fucking GREAT taste in books.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/znml43/my_double_eskimo_sister_fm