This is not a story where anything absolutely crazy takes place. It is more of a life-anecdote that I still find somehow amusing (and sexy) to think about.
I was a twenty-six year old living in New York. I had a girl I was dating (24) who lived in the East Village, plus a girl on the side (25) for the first half of our relationship. I did break things off with the latter girl once the relationship with my girl I was dating got a little more serious. Then she abruptly broke things off with me (wa-wa-waaaa). But that’s a different, more rom-com-ish story than this one.This is a memory of a particular 18 or so hours during the time when I was seeing them both.
I was at Jenny (girlfriend’s) apartment that day. We’re having sex. Her roommate, who had complained about the noise we made, was out, so it was back to loud sex. We were sideways on her bed. I was on top. I don’t know about you, but I can sometimes get a little tired of looking in my partner’s face the entire time. Jenny was closing her eyes at this point.