Go home

Rebecca and I spent another hour or so on that couch, just chatting. I was extremely grateful to have a friend like her who was just there for me, unconditionally and unjudging, and who expected nothing in return except for me to also be there for her. We had once, in our teens, briefly experimented with a more serious type of relationships but had both immediately realized that we loved each other on a level that was entirely platonic and not at all suited for a romantic relationship. If anything, we had grown even tighter because of it.

As we chatted, I brought her to orgasm several times. She often joked that I made her vibrators obsolete because I already came preprogrammed to cause her maximum pleasure. After she had slowly, but steadily stroked me to orgasm with her feet, I got up lazily and deposited a generous dollop of cum from her forehead down along her nose, hugged her warmly, thanked her for the pleasant evening and made my way home.

On the way out, I passed Chris and Caitlin, who were having an argument again. Everyone around them had long decided that their relationship was all but doomed; the only ones who couldn't accept this were Caitlin and Chris. I genuinely couldn't remember when I had last seen them being honestly nice to one another. Right now, Chris was making a show of putting on his shoes and storming out while Caitlin was grabbing him by his sleeves and trying to prevent him from leaving. Her face was a mess of tears and blotched makeup, and she was barely able to speak because she was sobbing so heavily. Granted, the fact that some random dude kept inserting his dick into her mouth whenever she opened it while another guy was pumping into her from behind didn't exactly make things easier for her. Some guys possessed the ability to derive infinite amounts of fun from fucking girls at the most inappropriate moments imaginable. I was torn between chuckling at Caitlin's predicament and feeling genuinely sorry that she was stuck in such an unhealthy relationship. I hurried out the door to avoid getting caught up in other people's private business and finally made it home, exhausted and overwhelmed but cautiously optimistic about what was to come.

The days counting down until Saturday night swept past in a blur until finally the time had come when I couldn't put it off any longer.