Not to tell Monica

I chose not to tell Monica. I continued to date her, but for one weekend I didn’t tell her what I was doing.

I enjoyed dating Monica. We had a lot of fun, but my mind kept going back to Jess. She had become a grail in my mind. We had fucked three times, and my mind was convinced she was the one for me. I wanted the one I couldn’t have. I wanted to see her again. Maybe we would make love, and she would throw off her engagement.

My mind was sick with fantasies of Jess. Meg probably didn’t know of Jess and mine’s pact. But I knew that when I saw Jess, we would have to fuck. We already fucked once when she was engaged. Why would this time be different?

So I texted Meg back.

Me: I’m down. Just let me know when.

Meg: OMG! YES! I’m going to be the best maid of honor eva.

{Me}: I need to start practicing. I’ll need to look like a pro

Meg: From what I remember, you’ll be great

{Me}: What do you remember?

Meg: Big

It turned me on knowing that she remembered my dick. After that conversation, my mind turned from my obsession with Jess to memories of Meg’s perky body. Shit, I wanted to fuck Meg too. I was too horny. I imagined how I would fuck every girl at the bachelorette party.

I had two very conflicting goals: make Jess fall in love with me and fuck every bitch at the party. I had to make a decision. If I tried to do both, everything would go wrong. But if I only focused on one, then maybe I would be successful.