Y*ou may want to start with* [*part one*](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hztkfd/fm_the_time_i_26f_discovered_the_best_place_to/) *of this story, which began at a bar and finished at a rooftop in Brooklyn. At this point, Hugh has just finished fingering me (very well, I might add) on top of his brownstone building, overlooking a main avenue in Brooklyn. He said that he wanted to fuck me in his one-bedroom apartment, and who was I to say no?*
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Immediately, I could tell that Hugh and I were well matched. As in, he and I were both *freaky*. After our seamless foray into public sex, I felt like I could be honest with him in ways that I couldn’t be with my most recent ex, who got a bit testy whenever I let on the true boundlessness of my desires. For example, when he discovered that I’d had a few one-night stands before we got together (not that many, y’all), he got so angry at me he couldn’t speak. “I didn’t know you were that kind of girl,” he said, ruining our entire weekend getaway. And every time I joked about having a threesome, he made sure that it remained just that—a joke. Hugh and I, on the other hand, were already planning our first visit to a sex club, and we’d only just met!