Housemate: “So what happened with you & TakenBoy last night then?”
Minx: “Erm, nothing…”
First time I’ve been able to say that and not be lying though my teeth. TakenBoy is… Complicated. He’s taken obviously, and was living with his long term girl-friend*, however, he is poly, their relationship is not. He is also unhappy, our group of friends is constantly asking when he’s going to end it. He’s in a D/S relationship with a mutual friend and I first met him there. I wasn’t interested in him at all, he seemed a nice guy but not my type at all. We occasionally saw each other at various gatherings and got on but still I wasn’t attracted to him. He was too short, too skinny, too pretty & baby-faced and 99% of the time a sub. I like my men tall, dark and rugged who will pin me against a wall.
Our mutual friends had a house-party for the eurovision, he ended up standing behind me and stroking my hair & neck ( nothing special we’re a very touchy-feely group) I stared to play bite & nibble whenever his hand came into reach, play bites turned into sucking and nibbling, then he was kissing me. Suddenly it was “oooh I like this guy!”. We did nothing more than kiss and we didn’t managed to get together again for ages, then we ended up having a foursome with my house-mate and another friend. A while late we spent the night together, no sex again but lots of other things.
All of a sudden things cooled off, he wasn’t returning my texts and when he did he dodged any questions about coming over. I finally snapped, got really upset and told him that I wasn’t going to try any more and if he didn’t want to see me he didn’t have to. “The reason I don’t reply is that the idea of coming over and spending the night is just too temping.” We talked and it boiled down to he didn’t want to get tangled up in anything else and just wanted to sort his head out and decided what the hell he was going to do with his life. Which is fair enough, but I told him off for not just saying from the beginning, which would have saved a lot of trouble.
We’ve seen each other a few times since then, he’s helped me out with the house, and the odd pub quiz. But we finally got to spend some time alone last night. I wasn’t expecting him to stay over, but after dinner and games we ended up snuggeled up in bed watching Hot Fuzz. Though at one point I ended up pinned to the bed, it was actually innocent (at least on the face of things) but it really turned me on. As it was half one in the morning by the time the film finished he ended up staying over. There was more snuggles, tickles, kisses & nibbles, it wasn’t intentional, just instinct, then suddenly we remembered we were supposed to behave. So we did. For about 5 minutes. About every 20 minutes we’d remember the behaving thing again and stop. The same happened in the morning when we woke up, ironically the closest we came to anything was after he’s got dressed and was about to leave.
It was the worst night I’ve spent in a long time. “I’m literally aching for you.” I whispered, his only reply was and understanding sigh and to hold me tightly. All night was like that, wanting nothing more than to have him and knowing he felt the same way**.
Having someone to hug me and snuggle with was wonderful, but that frustration, that was hell. As his friend I don’t want to get in the way of his happiness or mess things up. As a woman I want him, I don’t care what it takes. I don’t want to loose my friendship but gods above I need someone right now.
* She had to move about half-hour away for work.
** If I was him I suspect I would have passed out from lack of blood to the brain if you get my meaning.