I’m writing this here because I can’t leave it as a journal entry on my computer. It’s just so I remember how it all started.
My friend is in town working on a movie set. I haven’t seen her in several years. For as long as I’ve known her she’s been in a relationship.
She texted me the night she arrived in town: Hey, I’m in a hotel downtown. Here working on a movie. Are you and _ still together? _ and I broke up.
As soon as I read it I imagined she wanted me to come to her room, but said nothing about it. It was vague enough to not make assumptions. Instead we made dinner plans for the next night.
I met her downtown near her hotel for pizza and beer. She’s cool and down to earth and was 100% happy with slices and PBR.
She had the biggest smile when I saw her. When she hugged me she didn’t let go…we were such good friends years ago, and honestly there’s no one I liked more than her. We just have the best time together.
We had a couple of slices and several beers, spent several hours catching up and stayed until they closed. She invited me to her hotel bar where we had two more, then said goodnight.
We texted the next couple of days…she sent random photos, and made plans for the weekend.
Her girlfriend was in town visiting so I went to her air bnb and we all hung out drinking and enjoying the place. Midnight came and we were all on the couch-she laid down beside me with her head on my thigh talking to her friend. I mindlessly played with her hair as they talked. Her friend was tired and went to bed. We were on the couch alone, drunk, for the first time in years.
She suggested another cocktail so we went to the kitchen to continue the night. Throughout her visit she’d mentioned multiple times that she hadn’t had sex in a while and her boyfriend wasn’t fucking her and that some days she’d just lay in bed in her airbnb and get herself off alone before starting her day. Every time before this when she mentioned it I’d laughed it off, but being alone with her, relatively drunk in the soft glow of christmas lights, it was impossible to ignore how beautiful she is.
Honestly, I’d been considering offering to come over for the last couple of days, but something in her tone and delivery made me question if it was all in my head. She’s fucking gorgeous, ridiculously fun, and 14 years younger than I am.
So we pour our drinks and I don’t remember what she said, but I felt the time was right. “ Look, if you want, I love…my favorite thing in the world is going down on…I just really enjoy… “ I couldn’t get the words out fully before she was kissing me.
And she tastes amazing…sweet, delicious, boozy…some women really know how to kiss. She’s one of them.
She pulled me down the hallway into her room where I push her back in bed and pull her out of her clothes. I wasn’t kidding. There’s really nothing I love more… Something about the complete control I have when I’m between her legs, the way she arches back gasping for breath, giving herself to me, how delicious she tastes, smells, and looks as I take her over the edge. There’s nothing I enjoy more. And then how much she wants me to fuck her is just the icing on the cake.
We spent several hours together the first night…but we were just getting started. That was just the beginning. It gets so much better.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/sz9631/journal_entry_22222_mf