Just when I post about not recycling men, guess what I go and do? Yup. And it gets even worse. So here's the back story. About 2 years ago, I met a guy that I worked with and we traveled together. In the beginning, it was purely platonic and I never saw him in any romantic way. Then one day, after a couple glasses of wine, I decided I wanted him! Really badly! At the time I was with my boyfriend, but there was something about this guy that magically drew me to him. That night, we messed around but did not have sex. It was the first time I had ever cheated on anyone but for some reason, it felt so right with him. For the next 2 weeks, we ended up having sex almost every night in each other's hotel rooms. It was the best sex I had ever experienced. I remember after the first time we had sex, my body trembled. And the next day at work, just the sight of him made me quiver (in a good way). Having sex with him was on my mind 24/7 to the point where other people commented on my lack of focus. We had such amazing sexual chemistry and he knew how to arouse the hell out of me. I still remember this one time, we were getting out of the elevator, and he threw me up against the wall and started making out with me and feeling me up right there. I thought we were going to do it right then and there, in the middle of a hotel hallway! He was my best sex ever (Mr. BSE).
So for a few weeks after that when we came back to NYC, we were still having sex whenever I could get away for a minute. But things got messy when I started having feelings for him and wanted to leave my boyfriend for him. At which time, he decided to get back with his ex-girlfriend. I was devastated and heartbroken. I couldn't eat for days and I just stayed in bed for literally 3-4 days at a time. I think it was a combination of losing someone I thought I really liked and the guilt of cheating on my boyfriend. I vowed to never see him again.
Fast forward to Friday night. It's been 2 years and I've finally gotten over BSE after meeting Sporting Goods. So, it couldn't be any more interesting when BSE contacted me to hang out the Friday after Mr. SG and I break up. We've slowly started hanging out about 3 months ago so I knew I no longer had feelings for him. Besides, he's still with the girlfriend. We decide to meet at my favorite bar in the West Village and we have great conversation. Besides the sex that we had, BSE and I really do have a great connection. I can't deny that. You know, there are just some people that you'll always like being around no matter what.
After the bar, we decide to meet up with some of his friends. At this point I'm wasted but I don't anticipate anything. I'm just happy. BSE hasn't tried anything so it's all good. Until...after the bar closes and his friends leave. He's sitting outside and we're talking foolish drunk talk. If I remember correctly, he motions for me to sit on his lap. Uh oh. This is actually how it all started the first time, 2 years ago. BSE then tells me that I'm amazing and that I deserve someone great. We look into each other's eyes...he leans in...and I meet him. There we are, back to where we were 2 years ago. Making out like nothing had changed.
Things get a little hot and heavy and he asks if we should go back to his place or my place. Knowing that he lives with his girlfriend (who apparently must be out of town), I suggest my place. We make out in the cab, we make out when we get out of the cab, we make out in front of my apartment building, we make out once we get into my building, he starts taking off my clothes before we even go up the stairs. We get into my apartment and it's on like Donkey Kong. Clothes are flying and body parts are rubbing. BSE goes down on me with what felt like the best oral sex I've ever had (which is a lot for me to say because I don't normally like oral sex). I then reciprocate by giving him what I think was probably the best BJ I've ever given. He couldn't let me perform it for long because he was about to burst. So he puts on a condom and we're full on fucking. I tell him that I've missed his cock, and he says, "I've been thinking about this for the past 2 years." When I say BSE has been my best sex ever, I mean he seriously has been my BEST SEX EVER. Sure, I've had amazing sex before with people I have had a serious emotional connection with, but with BSE, it's straight up an amazing fuck.
The next day, I wake up in BSE's arms and we fuck again with me lying belly side up on top of him while he stimulates my clit, then with me straddling him until we both come at the same time. He then says, "That was amazing." Yes it was. BSE collects his things and leaves for work. I have no fantasies about us dating or anything, but the thought of him makes me wet.
Later, we discuss what happened and agree that we should not hang out one-on-one at night anymore. We also admit to each other that we are very sexually compatible and that we often fantasize about sex with each other. Although I'm not super proud of what I did, at least now I know that our attraction is purely sexual and there's no danger of entering the emotional mess that I was in 2 years ago.
And at the end of the day, the best sex ever still couldn't get my mind off of Sporting Goods.
Wow! lovely read!
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