I’d been seeing this Puerto Rican girl, we’ll call her Mia, for almost a year, on-and-off. She was a good looking woman, short with a round ass, dark skin, long, kinky hair and a sense of humor. Single mom around 29 or so, I was about 24. It was nothing serious, no real “dates”, but some nights when her ex-husband had her kid she’d just come hang out and then we’d go out for coffee in the morning.
We’d met on our commute, had taken the same train most mornings, she liked to talk but when I asked her to get a drink after work she’d blown me off with the “I live with my boyfriend” thing.
Then, when I quit that job, we lost touch but a married friend of hers had developed on me through MySpace. The next time that friend drove to visit Mia, she ended up messaging me and spending most of the next two weeks fucking like crazy.
That, I guess, caught Mia interest. She’d kicked her boyfriend out and I think it bothered her that I’d been interested but ended up in bed with her friend. The first time she came over for “dinner”, she’d made a point of telling her friend where she was going – and telling me she’d told her, with a little smirk.