| Straight: Lusty Liaisons: A Friend in Need (1/4) |
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It was late summer, September I think, when my friend Joe mentioned wanting to come to visit me. He was an old college friend whom I hadn’t seen in years and I was very excited about the prospect of hanging out with him for a few days. We made a plan and it was that simple. He would come see me the next weekend. The funny thing about Joe was that he had never made it any kind of secret how much he wanted me. He was a good friend, tall and handsome in a cute-ish way, and from the day we met, he eyed me in that way that guys eye girls they want to fuck. We never took it to that level, though. I was always dating someone or I didn’t take him seriously because he is younger than I am. There was always some excuse. Truth be told I always thought he was cute and wondered what it would be like. It was all over the college campus what a good lay he was and I at that point in my life had yet to have GREAT SEX. I occasionally pondered the idea of just saying screw it and letting him screw me. But I never actually got up the guts to do it. Let’s face it, he was a friend. And I had never ever crossed that line with a friend before. There were guys that were for dating and such and guys that were for friendship, talking, hanging out, etc. I left school first, graduating the year before he did. We said our fond farewells and promised to keep in touch. We talked on and off over the years on the IM or via email. He was still a friend in my mind, but truth be told was now little more than an acquaintance. I had great memories of him, of the two of us bumming around campus together, him talking about his latest conquest and me talking about whether or not I was going to pass my Calculus final. It was a beautiful campus and we managed to find all the great spots to chill that nobody else knew about. That was our college legacy, I always thought. The secret places. Even in our correspondence over the years, after leaving school, I still always detected in him an interest in me which never seemed to wane at all. He made no effort to hide the fact that he still wanted me. But, as ever, I never took him seriously. I dated people, had relationships, got hurt, got back up again. I did most of the dumping in my relationships, as nobody ever seemed able to live up to my expectations. One might think I needed to sort out my head a little bit. Was I being too picky? Or was I being just picky enough? The email Joe sent me about wanting to come visit couldn’t have come at a more opportune time. I had been out of my last relationship for about five months and I hadn’t gotten laid since. I was going a little stir crazy, but knew I wasn’t ready to put myself on the market again. Joe knew the trouble I was having and I wondered briefly if that was what prompted his wanting to come visit. As the days passed leading up to the visit, my mind reminisced over Joe and the various things I remembered about him physically. Again, he was tall, but not overly so. I guess at my height of 5’2 most people seem tall to |
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Friend Indeed
