Since I hadn't seen or really spoken to Jew Boy, we made plans to see each other for several nights in a row. There was nothing magical about the number three, it was just how things evolved.
Night #1
Since there had been some distance between us, due to the holidays, I was super excited to see Jew Boy and the concert we had been planning for. We first proceeded to dinner with two of his friends that he had been craving me to meet. The girl of the group and I graduated from the same college, so Jew Boy acted as if we were separated at birth. Make no mistake, I did like her, but I held back because through talking to Jew Boy, I learned that she knew The Big X. Luckily and to my surprise, the topic never came to fruition. I am sure Jew Boy got the dirt before the dinner, but if so, he didn't have enough balls to speak a word of it to me.
The concert was great, but Jew Boy, even better. There was lots of touching, flirting and kissing. I did observe that he was quiet at times. I chalked it up to him being a bit out of his element. I did know every song by heart, was singing loudly and drank enough to kill a small child!
After the concert, we went back to his house and had great sex. During the first couple of minutes of penetration, he looked down into my eyes and softly said, "I did miss you." Maybe he did miss me or maybe it was just the fact that he had not jacked off for five days!
Night #2
We woke up early and laid together for hours giving each other full body massages. He had previously asked me to stay and spend the day with him. For some reason, I was utterly uncomfortable with the idea. There were only a handful of times then we had hung out during the day, even fewer times without liquor. I recognized he wanted me too, but I couldn't parent the sacrifice. I don't have an answer as to why. I should have.
I returned to his house for dinner and another night out. Dinner was nice, but concert number two was even better! The affection from the previous night seemed to have faded, but there was lots of conversing. We talked and laughed all night long.
We spend the night at his parents house because he was 'dog sitting.' This was awkward for me because I couldn't pick his parents out of a lineup, but I was forced into staying among their possessions. When we arrived, Jew Boy gave me a tour. All I will say is it was impressive. Oh, and the sex was great too!
Night #3
I woke up to him cooking me breakfast. He was a bit quiet, I was hungover and frankly, tired of trying to make him talk. I said fuck it. We ate in what seemed like eternal silence, then I went home.
Again, I returned to his house to go out with his friends for New Years Eve. I had mixed feelings about spending the momentous night without my friends, but I wanted to be with Jew Boy. Do I dare say that the party was lame and the people sucked balls? Well fuck, thirty and forty years old performing karaoke is not my kind of fun. I stayed, felt alone, so I drank. Drank. Drank.
I got one New Years Kiss, then we left shortly after. Normally, I would have been pissed to leave a party so early, hell with my friends it would just be getting started, but these were not my friends and it for sure was not our party!
We went back to his house to drink alone. I was fine with it because at least I was away from all of the freak friends! Well, I was fine until Jew Boy stopped drinking. Fucking shit. This only added to my previous annoyances from the night. He was non-loving, non-sharing and for sure, non-affectionate. I went out to smoke, shed a tear and then spoke the words out loud, "What the fuck I am doing?" Jew Boy knew I was annoyed and questioned why I seemed angry. I told him I wasn't at all. I lied.
He woke up early, but let me sleep. I heard him leave, but he returned with breakfast for two. It was a sweet gesture after how the night played out. We had amazing sex and then breakfast. I made him cum hard. This part of him was my drug and I was beyond addicted.
Night #1
Since there had been some distance between us, due to the holidays, I was super excited to see Jew Boy and the concert we had been planning for. We first proceeded to dinner with two of his friends that he had been craving me to meet. The girl of the group and I graduated from the same college, so Jew Boy acted as if we were separated at birth. Make no mistake, I did like her, but I held back because through talking to Jew Boy, I learned that she knew The Big X. Luckily and to my surprise, the topic never came to fruition. I am sure Jew Boy got the dirt before the dinner, but if so, he didn't have enough balls to speak a word of it to me.
The concert was great, but Jew Boy, even better. There was lots of touching, flirting and kissing. I did observe that he was quiet at times. I chalked it up to him being a bit out of his element. I did know every song by heart, was singing loudly and drank enough to kill a small child!
After the concert, we went back to his house and had great sex. During the first couple of minutes of penetration, he looked down into my eyes and softly said, "I did miss you." Maybe he did miss me or maybe it was just the fact that he had not jacked off for five days!
Night #2
We woke up early and laid together for hours giving each other full body massages. He had previously asked me to stay and spend the day with him. For some reason, I was utterly uncomfortable with the idea. There were only a handful of times then we had hung out during the day, even fewer times without liquor. I recognized he wanted me too, but I couldn't parent the sacrifice. I don't have an answer as to why. I should have.
I returned to his house for dinner and another night out. Dinner was nice, but concert number two was even better! The affection from the previous night seemed to have faded, but there was lots of conversing. We talked and laughed all night long.
We spend the night at his parents house because he was 'dog sitting.' This was awkward for me because I couldn't pick his parents out of a lineup, but I was forced into staying among their possessions. When we arrived, Jew Boy gave me a tour. All I will say is it was impressive. Oh, and the sex was great too!
Night #3
I woke up to him cooking me breakfast. He was a bit quiet, I was hungover and frankly, tired of trying to make him talk. I said fuck it. We ate in what seemed like eternal silence, then I went home.
Again, I returned to his house to go out with his friends for New Years Eve. I had mixed feelings about spending the momentous night without my friends, but I wanted to be with Jew Boy. Do I dare say that the party was lame and the people sucked balls? Well fuck, thirty and forty years old performing karaoke is not my kind of fun. I stayed, felt alone, so I drank. Drank. Drank.
I got one New Years Kiss, then we left shortly after. Normally, I would have been pissed to leave a party so early, hell with my friends it would just be getting started, but these were not my friends and it for sure was not our party!
We went back to his house to drink alone. I was fine with it because at least I was away from all of the freak friends! Well, I was fine until Jew Boy stopped drinking. Fucking shit. This only added to my previous annoyances from the night. He was non-loving, non-sharing and for sure, non-affectionate. I went out to smoke, shed a tear and then spoke the words out loud, "What the fuck I am doing?" Jew Boy knew I was annoyed and questioned why I seemed angry. I told him I wasn't at all. I lied.
He woke up early, but let me sleep. I heard him leave, but he returned with breakfast for two. It was a sweet gesture after how the night played out. We had amazing sex and then breakfast. I made him cum hard. This part of him was my drug and I was beyond addicted.
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