Ask about Victoria’s sex life

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“This is what they are talking about when they say not to fuck crazy, isn’t it?” I ask.

“This is exactly what they are talking about.”

“She is so goddamn hot though.”

“Yeah, she’s plenty hot and she has the skills to back it up. It’s still not worth it. You are probably too sex drunk to listen to reason, but you need to trust me on this. Walk away.”

Sex drunk... is that what my feeling lightheaded around her is? Or is it something bigger that I haven’t even experienced yet, something that you only experience after hours of exhaustive, pent-up fucking? My pulse quickens.

“I know you are right... but when things are good...”

“When things are good with Victoria, the two of you are the only people in the world. I get it. Especially in bed. It doesn’t matter if she is the deepthroating state champion, you will still regret it when every last hair has been torn from each other's head a few hours later.”

Deepthroat state champion? I resist the urge for a follow-up question about that and go with high probability speculation instead. “But after the fight, the make-up sex is...”

He chuckles again. “Stop right there, Perry. Sometimes it ends with a great fuck, other times it’s an even bigger fight. Over time you will get burned on that gamble more frequently. Take what happy memories you still have and archive them. When you have enough distance, then you can unpack them and realize how few of them there are. Write the rest off as a loss. The longer you wait, the more even the good memories will be tainted.”

“And whatever you do, don’t return her booty calls.” I make a noncommittal groan. He persists in making his point. “Trust me. A month after the breakup, you will feel a lot better, more yourself... then you you will want try to be friends again. Since she is the borderline alcoholic nympho she is, she will get drunk and try to seduce you. You will think think with your dick and everything will go to back to shit overnight. Don’t do that to yourself, don’t do it to the people that will have to hear about it when you are crushed again.” There is a pause. “So I do need to go, but tell me I got through to you.”

“Yeah, I needed to hear all that. Thank you Terrence.”

“You’re welcome. Another thing. We aren't old friends, Perry. Don’t keep calling me about this. I've done my duty, and it’s now your duty to warn the next guy.”

“Heh, we have a whole support network going. Okay, have a good night.”

“It's more of a support chain than a net. Oh, Perry... eh, I shouldn’t even ask this, but I need to know... Did she ever let you do anal?”

“Uh, no,” I answer honestly, not sure what else to say.

“Man, for how intensely sexual she is, it surprises me she never went for that... If I have a single regret it’s... After some of those fights I often wanted to pin her to the bed—you know how hands on her neck gets her basement flooded—and take her right in the... eh... Sorry, Perry. You don’t need to hear about that... just... eh... Good luck, buddy.”

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