At the dance on Monday I met a girl. Her name is Fallon, and she smells like sandalwood. My girlfriend in high school smelled like that, and boy was she trouble. Her boyfriend gave me her number, and we'll probably go to the nice bakery close to where she lives.
Dustin and I are attempting a feeble sort of friendship. I told him that I'll probably avoid being in secluded corners with him, in a that-makes-the-most-sense kind of way. I can understand the appeal of making out with one's ex, but I can also understand the caveats.
Wednesday the 11th I drove 2 hours east to catch the last hour of a dance, and have sexy times with Kenny W. He's been flirty with me for a long time, and we've had phone sex before. It was fun, but the actual sex was awkward. I had thought that his weight was just an aesthetic issue, but it turns out that it actually makes it physically difficult to fuck him. When he was on top, he had to move his stomach to fuck me. When I was on top, it was difficult to maneuver. Perhaps with practice it would become easier?
He's a very sweet guy, and has a very nice face. I'm all about the faces. And the sex. I really like sex. The parts that weren't actually intercourse were very nice. He's fun to jerk off, and it was fun having him finger me.
I don't know that I'd drive out to see him like that again. I enjoyed blowing him, and playing with him, but it kind of made me miss Dustin.
Dustin was hands-down the best sex I've ever had. Ever. And I've had some. I've never been so happy to just lick someone's balls before. I fucking rimmed the guy. I was totally happy. For an hour at a time, I'd just fucking lick him. It was amazing. He'd also finger me into oblivion. Until I was shaking. Until I passed out. Until I was sore. Until I said stop. Hours.
It's hard to go back to mac and cheese after having dined on rack of lamb.
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