Once Upon I Time I Fell In Love And I Think I'm Still In Love With Her

I went all in with this guy I met in college. When he graduated and went to work I remained totally loyal to him. He, on the other hand, was on his own and he found that Chris was fun to have in bed. They lived apart, technically. In his monthly visit to see me he started talking and he was soon spilling the beans and I knew all about Chris.

Why I wasn't jealous remains a mystery. I wanted him to tell me how she felt under him while I was under him. Contrast and compare. Was she as tight, tighter? Or was I tighter. Was she as wet, wetter? Or was I wetter. When his dick was in, which felt better, Chris or me? He lied, telling me it was me, me and me. But then why was he sleeping with her?

I went for the long weekend to see him, put my mark on his place, my touch. I wanted to meet Chris which he felt was unnecessary. I called her, told her who I was, and I wanted to talk eye to eye. We met for lunch at a lady's tea room, us and old ladies. I kissed her. It was impulsive.

Chris agreed to going to dinner with him. He should pick. He wouldn't pick, so I suggested we sleep together, so Chris and me had a chance to know each other, where it mattered. In bed with him.

He was unable to perform that first time. Too much stress, leaving us in the lurch. He went to his couch, we were stayed in bed together and were nice to each other, in the intimate way. It was her first time with another girl, not my first, but this time it was with his other girlfriend. We slept together that night.

Over the rest of my time in college Chris was my girlfriend too. After graduation we talked about the three of us living together. In the end that was too much for Chris and she asked to keep her place. After a year Chris asked to go her own way. I got married and had a family and had a home. After all these years, my lost love has been Chris, I think of her most every day. I sometimes lay in bed dreaming of her as I hug my pillow.