“Why don’t you write anything in your diary anymore outside of you and I? Surely you must still have stories to tell us!”
My response: “Us?”
A: “Yup. I’m hooked. Write more. Although I would prefer that anything new in content generally involves me and not some other babe! :-)”
Me: “I actually have some half written older things I never posted.”
A: “Um…so post ‘em! What good is a desk job if you can’t abuse it?”
She’s right, I’ve felt strange about writing lately if my story didn’t include her. I felt that talking about something from the past would indicate that I was thinking too much about that other person, or show disrespect of some kind to A. After talking about it for quite a while and truly feeling that she likes the writings and the peek into my past, I’ll continue.
I should make her sign a contract that this won’t be used against me! Older writing follows:
Why is it that guys always want to fuck their friend’s girlfriends? It’s true. Good friends would never speak of such a thing to their friend, but I personally know of many friends that have a little personal and solo time and think about their friend’s wife / girlfriend / whatever. It’s the ultimate green grass on the other side of the fence. Not only is the fence too high to scale, even if you wanted to, it’s charged with electricity. I digress.
I want to fuck my friend’s girlfriend. I’m a bad, bad man.
She isn’t even my “type” (if there is such a thing). She is the smallest of tiny people. Maybe five foot two, and if she weighs 90 pounds I’ll be a monkey’s uncle. She has little to no chest. Very cute face, but she tans so much that even at 25 she’s starting to get those crow feet next to her eyes when she smiles. She has a great ass though…and there is something about her that just makes you know it would be one hell of a wild night. There have been instances that have increased my wanting to bone my friend’s girl:
Last summer we (my friend and I) both went to a friend’s wedding. We decided to share a hotel room. My friend and his girl and myself and my date. My date was a co-worker who also happened to know the bride. After the wedding reception slowed down the four of us went back to the hotel and decided to change out of our more formal clothing and into bathing suits so we could hit the pool and cool off. My date changed in the bathroom and my friend bailed when he realized that he forgot his wallet in the hotel bar and needed to retrieve it. Alone with her, and both of us drunk, we decided to change and just have our backs on each other. A noise diverted my eyes towards her and she had just dropped her dress to the floor and was standing back to me with only a white lace thong on. Her ass was so amazing I got hard instantly…which really sucks because I was standing they’re pulling swimming trunks up. Hard to hide. I caught a quick view of her reflection in the mirror. Rock hard stomach and although close to non-existence, a very nice chest.
She turned her head quickly and caught me looking. Her eyes went immediately to my cock and saw me pitching a tent. She laughed and said “your date is going to have fun tonight!”
We never spoke of it again.
Another time we all were camping, a huge group of us. We had been sitting next to the fire and had swum all day and everyone felt gritty. I got up in the morning and went to the lake to try and freshen up a little. It was really early, barely sun-up and I would have sworn that I was the only one awake. I got to the lake and there was my friend and his girlfriend. He was sitting in shallow water; she was on his lap and riding up and down. Fucking for all to see. By the time I got to the clearance there was no way of not alerting them to my being there. I excused myself and said I was sorry and she just smiled at me and kidded to her boyfriend that “we should invite him to join as long as he’s here!” That was greeted by a not so pleasant response; he apparently didn’t appreciate the joke.
Then there was the time that I think she watched (or in the least listened) to me jerking off. They came over for poker one night and both got way too drunk. I made up the futon for them and went to bed. My bedroom is on the third floor and they were on the ground floor. There is a half bath down stairs; she would have no reason to come upstairs. I usually sleep with the TV on and in the nude. It was a warm night so I was on top of the covers. Half drunk and horny, I took my cock into my hands and jerked off. My bedroom provides total privacy; the third floor has my room and a storage room along with another half bath. There is literally no reason for anyone to come upstairs unless I’m bringing them up there.
I no sooner mopped up my cum then I heard someone slinking away and quietly moving downstairs. I quickly threw on some boxers and went downstairs, catching her in the hallway. She stammered through a “didn’t mean to wake you, I’m looking for the bathroom.” Of course she’s been to my house about 500 times and knew where the bathroom is…
Not that I would ever act on it, but there is certainly sexual tension between us. Of this I’m sure.
I want to fuck my friend’s girlfriend. I’m a bad, bad man.