An Accidental Love Story: Part 2

A 5 Hour Lunch Date & a Terrible Zombie Movie

Forgive me for being hazy on the details, all of this was almost a year ago at this point. Dakota and Sara began a sexual relationship. I wouldn't call it a romantic one. I'm not sure Dakota possesses the parts of the brain required to feel or display romance - an aspect about himself that he tells me he was upfront about with her.

Hanging out with Ryan & Sara quickly became an almost weekly occurrence. All of us at their house a couple times, they came to our house once, met out at the bars once. I don't necessarily remember the order of all of this but what I do remember was my first solo date with Ryan.

For a few weeks I had been chatting with Ryan, struggling to chat with Sara, and there was group chat with all four of us. I just naturally gravitated towards Ryan a lot more than Sara but I tried my best to still make conversation with her because I knew she all wanted us to be friends which is what I wanted as well. Eventually Ryan asks me to grab lunch.

Because we'd been getting along so well it did not occur to me this was a date. We simply vibed as friends, which I had made clear is what I wanted. So we were friends grabbing lunch, right? I was later informed of how nervous he was, which is adorable and hilarious in my opinion, so I guess the stakes were much higher in his mind than in mine.

This was a day I worked from home and quite frankly I didn't have much to work on, so lucky him. This is how lunch turned into five hours. I knew I should leave and go back home to "work" again, but I couldn't be bothered. I made sure I appeared online from my phone but I didn't want to be pulled away from our conversation. We just kept talking. We got along so well. We talked about his job a lot because I'm intrigued by hypothetical legal questions and how people respond to ethical and moral ambiguity. Imagine he's a lawyer, or cop, or judge, or detective, or whatever. It's for me to know and you to wonder, but the point is being at least somewhat well-versed in the law is important for him and I am an asshole that likes to play Devil's Advocate at every opportunity.

We also talked about sex & marriage. Kids, since he has one and I had one on the way. Our shared dislike of clothing and the appeal of joining a nudist colony. It genuinely felt like I had just stumbled upon my best friend. And that is absolutely not to discount my relationship with Dakota, who really is my best friend. But at this point he and I are basically one person. The amount of times we're craving the same foods or we say the exact same thing to each other at the same time is astounding really. We're so in sync. But there's not a lot to discover about each other anymore. There are rarely opinions about things from each other we can't predict. So my point is this was different. It was new and exciting.

Leaving this date that I didn't realize was a date I, apparently, hugged him. Now this information is not shocking to me, it's not out of character, but I later found out he remembers this vividly. I guess after one group hangout I hugged him! But the next time I didn't. So obviously things didn't go well. But then this time a hug again! Yay! Hearing him later recount all of this was honestly so funny and super cute, taking such painstaking notes when I didn't give a single fuck. I was just there, man. Just vibing.

I do remember our first kiss. As they were leaving our house I kissed him as Dakota kissed Sara. Then I went to kiss Sara but she didn't notice and at some point on the drive back texted me "you tried to kiss me??" The shock in her message made me laugh a bit. We promised each other we'd get plenty of kisses the next time we hung out... This was before I hated her.

So after about a month of all this Ryan wants to come over while Dakota is with his friends. They hangout most Monday nights and I enjoy having something to do rather than sit around my house by myself. We plan to just chill and watch a movie. Now, I'm not stupid, by this point I'm well aware that the intention is not to be platonic friends. I've only recently been cleared to resume sexual relations and quite frankly I'm still pretty anxious about it... but I figure we can cuddle and make out and if all goes well I'll suck his dick, like who cares, that's fine.

I search our various streaming services for a bit to find something to watch. What I put on ends up being a hilariously bad zombie movie. I can't remember the name but I was trying not to continually laugh at it and I offered to change it to something else multiple times. It was obvious he did not care what was on at all and also obvious he was not going to make the first move. He's painfully polite. So after I feel like he's deserved it, I start kissing him. And we're all adults so we know where this is going, do I really need to go into details? Of course I do, this is literally a kinky blog.

His hands are on my waist and then slowly move up under the sides of my shirt. He gently caresses my breasts and moves back down again, this time grabbing my waist tightly. God, I love when men do that. Especially when they have big hands that fit almost all the way around me. I like feeling small and knowing I can be used however they want. I grab him and from what I can tell it will be... sufficient, to say the least. I get on my knees in front of the couch and start pulling down his pants.

"Do you want to go to the bedroom?" he asks. Well, no. The couch means I give him head, the bed means we're going to fuck. Also, my house is never clean. Please stay in the rooms I have properly prepared for company.

But I don't say that, of course. So we head to the bedroom where he pretty immediately and enthusiastically starts going down on me. Now, I don't know how many teenage boys are reading this, I have to assume my blog is the least appealing of my content for that demographic... but if you're here and you want to know how to get women to sleep with you, that's how. If you are blessed enough to see a beautiful woman naked, slurp her like a you're eating spaghetti in Italy. You don't even have to be that good at it; the willingness, selflessness, and enthusiasm to please are huge turn ons. It pretty much ensures that she'll give you at least a second chance to fuck.

Despite the fact I'm enjoying everything, I'm not going to cum and I know that. I'm too nervous. I'm quite a squirter and I get shy about it around new people. So eventually I pull him up to kiss me and then it's my turn. Now I've been told by pretty much every man I've been with that I'm excellent at giving head. And I had said something to this effect previously. But I guess I still over-delivered on my promise because he was surprised.

I'm doing my best to make him finish when he stops me. Here's where I have to make a decision. Although I was nervous, it's not like I was going to go my whole pregnancy without fucking, right? And I did really enjoy spending time with him. So fuck it. Fine. What's the worst that could happen?

Lmaooo man I wish I could go back in time and tell myself what the worst that could happen was. Honestly, I'm not sure I'd take any of the next ten months back, but you're about to see why me choosing this path was a dumb ass decision. So anyway, we fuck. And I like it. And this is where everything goes south because of course I'm going to fall in love with the guy I can talk to for five hours straight and fucks me well. It was inevitable from here.