Me and My Questions
I had a huge crush on Trixie for a long time. The kind of crush you can't keep to yourself, but not the kind you have to act on.
Not that I didn't frequently imagine fucking her brains out, or her in just a pair of high heels, squatting in front of me, sucking my cock into oblivion...
What?
I think it started when I forgot my lunch one day at work. She offered me the food she had, and in return, I made her a home cooked meal and brought it into her as a thank you.
Trixie has always been flirty and suggestive at work, but that put me on her radar. She flirted with me more after that, and eventually we went out for a drink. She has a way of playing chicken with people, making suggestions, lewd suggestions or otherwise and not backing down until the other person does. So when she mentioned us going out for drinks when Wilma was out of town, I didn't back down, and we ended up in a bar.
I swear I didn't want anything to happen. I was just getting out. And asking questions about her. Partly under the guise of building a character on her, and partly because I sort of get off on finding stuff out about other people. So she told me how she cheated on her last boyfriend of eleven years, how when she left him, she slept with lots of guys who would call her up in the middle of the night for a fuck, and she would agree, and how she did it all because she was lonely.
And at the end of the evening, I told her she drove me crazy. She was a little surprised, and we went down to the waterfront to talk about it. She said she had never fucked a married man before. I explained that's not really what I was going for. I didn't even know why I was saying it. It just had to come out.
Wilma and I had been having problems for a while, but I made sure that Trixie understood that this wasn't my way of making a move on her. I had an example, friends of ours (Wilma and I) who accepted the fact that marriage does not prevent crushes, and that crushes should be acknowledged rather than ignored. And that, when you tell someone you have a crush on them, generally, they feel better about themselves.
None of this was a secret from Wilma. I told her all about it when she got back, and she didn't have a problem about that. There were other things on her mind then...
I also wrote something for Trixie that night when I came home. I'll post it next time.
Not that I didn't frequently imagine fucking her brains out, or her in just a pair of high heels, squatting in front of me, sucking my cock into oblivion...
What?
I think it started when I forgot my lunch one day at work. She offered me the food she had, and in return, I made her a home cooked meal and brought it into her as a thank you.
Trixie has always been flirty and suggestive at work, but that put me on her radar. She flirted with me more after that, and eventually we went out for a drink. She has a way of playing chicken with people, making suggestions, lewd suggestions or otherwise and not backing down until the other person does. So when she mentioned us going out for drinks when Wilma was out of town, I didn't back down, and we ended up in a bar.
I swear I didn't want anything to happen. I was just getting out. And asking questions about her. Partly under the guise of building a character on her, and partly because I sort of get off on finding stuff out about other people. So she told me how she cheated on her last boyfriend of eleven years, how when she left him, she slept with lots of guys who would call her up in the middle of the night for a fuck, and she would agree, and how she did it all because she was lonely.
And at the end of the evening, I told her she drove me crazy. She was a little surprised, and we went down to the waterfront to talk about it. She said she had never fucked a married man before. I explained that's not really what I was going for. I didn't even know why I was saying it. It just had to come out.
Wilma and I had been having problems for a while, but I made sure that Trixie understood that this wasn't my way of making a move on her. I had an example, friends of ours (Wilma and I) who accepted the fact that marriage does not prevent crushes, and that crushes should be acknowledged rather than ignored. And that, when you tell someone you have a crush on them, generally, they feel better about themselves.
None of this was a secret from Wilma. I told her all about it when she got back, and she didn't have a problem about that. There were other things on her mind then...
I also wrote something for Trixie that night when I came home. I'll post it next time.
posted by deadwriter at 10:18 a.m.
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