Sometimes after a girl ventures out too much, she just likes to go back to what feels safe and comfy. Let me introduce you to Blankie. I've known him ever since my Freshman year in college (so yeah, 10 yrs), we've always hung out with the same people but I've never gotten to known him or thought of him in any romantic way. Blankie is super cute, muscular, athletic, clean cut, with a boyish face. Dresses in your normal corporate guy wear with clean and pressed shirts and high end slacks. He is almost exactly like my ex (even looks like him) and that is why he's my safety blanket (Blankie). He works in finance and parties hard, and one day, I realized I wanted to get him hard.
Our mutual friend invited me out for drinks. It's Saturday and I had been drinking quite a bit already. I show up at the bar and Blankie immediately starts talking to me. I think this is the most we've talked in the 10 years I've known him. We start talking about hooking him up with my girlfriends which is always a good topic if a girl wants to play a guy a little. The guy thinks you're not interested and then tries harder to get you to be interested. Anyway, he starts putting his arms around me and I reciprocate. At this time, everyone in the group is looking at us and I realize that this chemistry is undeniable.
We start to leave the bar with 2 of his friends, and one by one they get into cabs to go home. It's now 4am and I tell him I'm going home, too. He then stops me in the middle of the street, turns me around and we start kissing. Heavily. I'm not too impressed with the kissing 'cause I feel like it's more like fly fishing as opposed to the preferred deep-water fishing. Whatever, it'll do for tonight. We hold hands and go back to his place.
Blankie lives in a trendy apartment in the East Village. Before I could get a full tour of the place, he has already led me into his bedroom and closed the door behind him. Hmmm, I like that kind of initiative. We continue making out and I enjoy feeling his muscular shoulders and arms. Those arms then push me onto the bed and I know where this is going, but I don't want it to go there. He's too much like my ex.
I get up to leave and Blankie starts kissing my neck from the back. He then works his hands down to my ass and caress it like a fucking Heisman trophy. There's something about me not having to face him that makes it all exciting again. I decide to extend my stay as he leads me down to the bed with my stomach down. While his right hand is caressing my breasts over my shirt, his left hand is gently teasing in between my legs. I know he can feel how wet I am. He starts to take off my pants to expose my bare ass as he continues to worship the piece of art before him (this is just how I think to get myself psyched up). Enough of him having his way with, it's my turn! I flip around and rip off his clothes, and then I take off my shirt. We engage in some dry humping and I can feel his erect cock through his boxers. Damnit, I make eye contact and I lose my female erection. Blankie reminds me too much of the past, and I need to move forward. I brush him off of me and put on my clothes. He begs me to stay as I bolt for the door. I say good night.
Come to think of it, he never even asked for my number. Bastard Blankie.
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