A couple years back when I was in college, I hit a little bit of a fuck boy stage. I had recently broken up with my girlfriend, whom I’ve written about numerous times, and was being petty and taking advantage of being an athlete.
After a few one night stands, there was a girl, call her Liz, who was in a very similar stage in her life, she was on and off with a long distance boyfriend. We had a few mutual friends and connected at a house party. We hit it off that night with a fair amount of sexual tension but I didn’t want to be apart of cheating and she didn’t want to cheat either.
Two nights later, I get a text, “can I come over?” She sends. I reply that it’s probably not a good idea, it was 10pm on a Monday night, I was already in bed. “What if I blow you and we fuck?” Followed up with “don’t worry, he’s done, I need it”. Well shit, how do I say no now? She said she needs to stay over, though as she lives with her parents still but promised to make it worth my while.