Halloween is always an interesting time to be single. In 2011, I was a year out from a serious relationship and had entered my “slut era.” But I’d settled into a good thing with a FWB, we’ll call her Mandi, who consistently wanted to hang out and fuck but had no interest in anything more. The fact she was a good friend of my ex was an awkward accident.
Mandi was a lifelong dancer with a great sense of humor, enormous blue eyes, toned legs, a great butt, c-cups, and no gag reflex. I was frankly in the worst shape of my life, but I’d been a swimmer and cross country runner and I hadn’t lost the build even if the tone was lacking. I have pretty eyes, straight teeth, and like every guy writing here, an above average dick. Mandi liked me because I made her feel safe, didn’t pressure her, and made sure she got off a couple times before I did.
We were not exclusive, but eventually we rarely fucking other people because we both enjoyed sex with each other more than random hook ups. That said, I did know about Mandi’s other hook ups (and she mine). We encouraged each other the way you do when you’re confident you’re better than the competition.