my complete sexual history part 8 (which is really part 26)
we cant stop laughing. we dont stop. bang bang bang bang. her on door. him on me. me on wall. none of us plan on stopping.
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ahhh this one is a kinda funny one. i dont talk to number 26 anymore, we stayed pals for years after we slept together, but then some friendship circles/internet crap (yeah we are grown ups) got in the way and we havent spoken since. but thats another story.
shortly after my uhm… interlude? affair? whatever it was with number 25 aka cowboy and i was still kind of messy post divorce, having just shifted off a friends couch and into my own place, I was now a girl with no one holding me down, able to do what i wanted when i wanted with who i wanted…
it was a saturday night and some pals and i headed along to some hipster bar that played music i didnt really care for like bloc party and klaxxons between stuff i actually enjoyed but other kids only danced to because it was suddenly cool again like joy division or morrissey or iggy or whatever.
most of the slightly older kids like my pals hung out infront of the place, sitting on the floor or edge of the gutter, smoking and chatting, watching other kids in immaculately messed up hair and girls with just the right number of tears in their fishnets file in and out.
I was drunk and flirty. I have no idea what he was on, probably pills - but he was flirty, stupidly handsome and slightly messy. my ideal. he kinda half ignored me half showered me in attention, i didnt think anything serious would happen, infact everyone was in this sort of drunken hand holding flirty haze. girls were making out with girls. boys were making out with boys. then they switched. im pretty sure at one point he made out with my best friends boyfriend and we all laughed about it.
it started raining really lightly and we all huddled against the wall and he huddled next to me. next thing i know he has his hand behind my ass and is sliding his hand up my thigh, and is digging in between my legs. i turn to face him, i raise an eyebrow and we both laugh. we make out a little bit, i am pretty turned on but i know its all part of the game, i dont have any real intention of fucking him, we are just fooling. he tells me he loves my tits, which are on display in a low cut v neck with scalloped lace edges. i say thank you, and run my hand down his stomach over his crotch where i feel he is also really turned on. I give it about 3 seconds of firm attention then walk inside to get a drink because its now pelting down rain. I know that within minutes he will be kissin on some other girl and i will most likely be also kissin on some other girl heh.
i am racking my brain but i am pretty sure we had a similar experience at the same place the week before, the makeout and flirting and stuff, but its all a bit of a blur. at the time this kind of thing wasnt uncommon with that group of pals. mind you, while it was all cool on the night, the next day would be a flurry of emails, texts and conversations about who made out with who and where and what happened and who got pissed off or who didnt care and what would he/she say about this or that.
About an hour passed, there was dancing, chatting, drinking, trying to set my two of my friends up for the night, but he was more keen than she was, and she knew it.
I headed into the ladies room, I really really needed to pee, grabbed a cubicle and as I was pulling my knickers down I hear a knock on the door.
“Let me in, quick” he says.
I flicked the lock. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”
“Guessing we have about six minutes before we get busted?” he replied, and bent down to kiss me.
messy kissing. hands in pants. up skirts. bang against the wall. thighs pressing. parting. lifting. fingers slipping. in. out. laughter. sit on seat. fast blowjob. hair pulling. lip biting. spun around and bent over. slide in. pound pound pound… pound? POUND. someone pounding on the door.
we freeze. girl calls out “security. you cant be in there. get out guys”
we cant stop laughing. we dont stop. bang bang bang bang. her on door. him on me. me on wall. none of us plan on stopping. ”dont make me open the door”.
“One second! Hes just helping me with my… I have a thing I needed help with… I uhhhhaahhhhh”
He laughs. Finishes. I feel him spasm and my cunt kinda grips on him.
I pull up my knickers. Turn around and kiss him. Unlock the door. I dont turn to see if hes dressed.
“Hi… I just needed some help with something and my friend here was helping me out” I smiled sweetly through the cracked door.
“Sure. I am going to have to ask you to leave, we have a one person per cubicle policy here”.
As she walks us out I ask her if I can stop to tell my friends I have to leave… She obliges as he heads straight out.
He and I sit separately on the sidewalk. Kind of awkward and not really talking. I say “fuck you”
“huh?”
“I really needed to pee. I still havent. its your fault”
he laughs.
our pals come out and we all walk back to a friends place (me needing to pee the whole time). I spend the rest of the night holding hands and secretly groping another friend, the boy has moved on to another girl. We are both fine and happy. We hug goodbye when my cab comes as the sky starts getting light in the morning.
We did have sex one more time after this. Similar, at a party we escaped to my room and did it. That same night I kissed the guy that would become my boyfriend for the next few years so we didnt do it again, and I am pretty sure at some point in the evening he was in bed with a drunk south african girl.
It was one of those things. We had an understanding. Sex was fun. We had it. Lets be pals. We have even chatted about sex and relationships and people we are sleeping with since then, and it was always lovely and normal. No weirdness.
Someone once asked him what it was like to have sex with me and he replied “like a ripe peach”. Im not sure what that means, but I think its a compliment.
read previous entries in my complete sexual history here (and let me know if you like them by hearttttings)
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