Category Archives: Girlfriends
To sum up where we are: I got married without a lot of spark (out of loneliness, obligation or whatever). I had gotten close to a super sexy African American college girl. At the same time, I suspected my churchie spouse had a deeply buried passion for girls. With more of a ‘shoot the moon – go for it’ attitude than I used to have, I have been fantasizing about getting the three of us together. Not only would that allow me new hot sex without cheating (defined that way since spouse would be there; I also have a liberal definition of cheating – I actually thought Clinton made sense when he questioned the meaning of the word ‘is’), but also because spouse would be there I would hopefully bypass my self-diagnosed cockfright which is my inability to perform sexually with an unfamiliar partner, no matter how hot she may be.
Spouse agreed with me that we needed to live a little and should have friends of all ages. College girl was going to meet us for dinner. She was going to bring someone but ended up coming alone. We went to one of those Japanese places where they cook right at your table. Pretty entertaining. College had a magnetism that was obvious; even the other people at our grill who we didn’t know felt like best friends before the end of the evening. She draws everybody in. Spouse and College actually got along quite well. Spouse knew something about the dancing College did and College had a broad knowledge of music that they discussed. I sensed spouse liked her. A fun evening ended and we parted ways.
Two weeks later, with the end of finals as the occasion, College came over for dinner. As the evening wore on and the kids were in bed we drank margueritas on the deck and listened to music. Fortunately spouse had an up to date knowledge of music. After several drinks. I leaned to the left and kissed spouse on the lips. She was tipsy and ready.
I briefly kissed college and then held both their hands as we made our way to the bedroom. Spouse unzipped me. Her familiar touch and I could tell that I was responding where it counted – big relief. College joined in – their aggressive use of mouths and lips punctuated by their intermittent kissing each other was too much to take in. We next had colleges shirt off and spouse and I each had our lips and tongue on a breast. I rubbed my stick against the young hard body but spouse intercepted and guided me into her. I came before I wanted to but it didn’t matter, I wasn’t going to wear down easily this night. I remember college taking off her pants; I was shocked to see that she was completely shaven. Spouse dove in there without hesitating with fingers and then tongue. College was fully into it; I was aggressively exploring her unfamiliar breasts, her mouth and pretty much anything else I could access with my tongue. After some resistance, spouse gave in and let me enter college; though with the directive not to come inside her. She got on top of me. We both wanted it. I came; though I managed to hide it from spouse who was busy kissing on the young hard dark body.
What is love? We are told that it develops over time. I feel like I’m completely capable of that but I haven’t gotten there so I don’t know for sure. I happen to believe that infatuation attractions are the most powerful. We just play them down because they are usually associated with teenagers. I have probably fallen in love thousands of times including with girls I haven’t met. In high school I would have given anything to marry Michelle Pfeiffer and I certainly never met her; and even once I totally fell for a girl I hadn’t ever seen or corresponded with – kind of an extreme Sleepless in Seattle thing. It really doesn’t take much to observe enough of people to get a sense of them. And when you really are drawn to what you see, everything about them becomes perfect; their hobbies, mannerisms, everything. And when I would fall in love with someone I barely knew, life of course, would become miserable. Love, for me, was always the end of all happiness. I couldn’t think of anything else; I couldn’t enjoy anything.
So I would plan stakeouts just to see and cross paths with the object of my obsession for a few fleeting seconds. I would pre-plan witty conversation that in reality ended up consisting of a single forced syllable – “Hi”. My reward would be a warm smile and a “hello”. It wasn’t much but it was worth it. I became so desperate to tell the object of my desire how wonderful she is I took to sending anonymous letters or cards. Sappy stuff, like cards with messages written by some card author with three names. Once, my anonymous card recipient started dating a guy I knew who was well below her stature in the dating world but he was well known to openly pine for her. I later realized she assumed the anonymous note was from him. Uggh.
At work, walking to lunch one day in the mid 1990’s, I passed a girl walking the opposite way on the sidewalk. She had long brown hair and a chiseled face. Unexpectedly, she looked me in the eye, tilted her head, and smiled so warmly and broadly it electrified my nervous system and pulsed adrenaline from my glands. My heart literally stopped, then raced. A smile – a seemingly simple gesture on the surface but in reality an awesome power possessed by women of child-bearing age that they aren’t even aware they have. She worked on another floor and I was once again infatuated. Later, in my usual desperation, I would break down and send a note – toned down, but signed. At the age of 26, I had a real girlfriend for the first time.
It was my third year living in the dorms. Same roommate all three years. Danny was unusual in our dorm in that he attracted girls; even more than he wanted. A jew with a chiseled face, deep blue eyes and wavy dark brown hair on an athletic six foot frame. With these credentials he easily could have joined any fraternity but he had his reasons for slow playing college in the dorm with our sub-fratworthy crowd.
He would go do things with his family or high school friends and always return later than expected. One evening, he was out and I was watching a rerun of Charlie’s Angels. The old ones with Cheryl Ladd. Now if you’ve seen the twenty something Cheryl Ladd you would remember – probably the prettiest and hottest girl ever on TV. The tension was unbearable and not from the plot. So afterward I laid down on my bottom bunk and relieved the tremendous pressure that built inside me from seeing her bulging shirt, her gorgeous face, and her hips that scream on some sort of evolutionary level ‘mate with me and I will bear perfect children’. I dozed off after a powerful orgasm. Sperm that probably thought they were going to swim in Cheryl Ladds sweet fluids leading to eternal life of genetic greatness but instead died on a towel in a dorm room with so many other zillions of wasted half-lives. It’s okay though, the door was locked.
Not ok! Danny for once got back early. Not only that but he executed a world record key in the door maneuver with no missed fumbling attempts and a kick open of the door all in one motion. I woke up quick, and scrambled to the closet and hoped maybe I somehow escaped unseen. It’s probably okay and even exciting if a girl got caught doing this but a guy – expecially a guy who clearly doesn’t experience the real thing – not okay. My hopes that he overlooked anything didn’t last long because he never entered the room after this without considerable loud talking to himself and atleat 30 seconds of fumbling with his keys. I had learned my lesson – what kind of jerkoff did he think I was?