So, You Think We're The Only Ones? Pt. 1

The three of us, H., T. and I, were walking back home, late, a little buzzed, and the topic had turned to sex. A little awkward for me as I was far less experienced than my contemporaries.  Unless you included masturbation.

“You guys ever do anal?” T. asked, in his usual blunt & get to the point fashion.

“Yeah,” I said, having not thought this through. But, I mean, I had done it … 

“Yeah, “ H.  said. 

“With a girl or a guy?” T. asked, surprising both of us, I think.

“Both,”  replied H. who it seems, in retrospect, fancied himself a hip metrosexual, though I don’t think we’d thought in those terms back then.  I wasn’t surprised; I’d already known he’d done it.

“Just with girls,” I’d said. I wasn’t sure how T. would take H.’s admission, being a pretty devout Christian. And with H. being my roommate. But he seemed unfazed:

“Giving or receiving?” he’d asked.

OK, now I was surprised.

“Both,” H. said.  “You?”

“No,” T. replied. 

I’d expected some follow-up, but the conversation then turned to which of our friends were getting laid or railed, and that was the end of it. 

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“So, she knows …” I’d said as we were walking into the venue several years later.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” T. said. He told me before she did but I did worry about it.  They were getting married the next day and I’d never met her. Seen a couple pictures and spoken a few sentences with her over the phone but that was it. Now, we were going into the rehearsal dinner and I was there not because I was in the wedding party but just by virtue of being an old friend in from out of town with no date for his wedding. That was enough to make me feel awkward, without… 

“I know, but did you tell her about C. and S.?”

“No, why?”

“I told you,” said.

“No need-to-know,” he said.

“Thanks.”

He looked at me.

“What?

“S. … I still can’t believe that…she was smokin’!”’ 

He did believe it. But, I understood completely. I couldn’t have even imagined it several years ago. Then we were inside and talking to his mom and dad and some friends from college. And then J. was right there walking towards us. 

“Hi, you must be B.! It’s so good to finally meet you!” And she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, and whispered in my ear.

“We’ll talk later.”

Oh, sh…

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I looked around the small studio. “Is it kinda weird staying here?” We were back at T.’s place after dinner, a couple weeks after our anal sex revelations. T. had been subletting a mutual friend from college’s conveniently located apartment for the summer and following semester while she was off on a business school internship. It was a very “feminine” place, far more so than the room I’d sublet from one of my female friends a couple summers before. Lots of pinks and pale greens and things with ruffles, throw pillows and plants.

Still it had been my girlfriend’s bedroom with all her pillows and nice sheets and I’d felt a bit weird the first time I’d masturbated in her bed.

“Yeah, a little.”

I wondered if T. felt the same. He wasn’t seeing anyone at the time and I remembered back in college he’d said he’d a crush on our mutual friend. I could only imagine he was having sex with himself pretty often.

“I mean having a crush on —…. You boffing her pillows or anything?” I knew he liked to do it that way, sometimes. Tough to do in college with so little privacy and people in rooms on either side of you and the bed rocking and squeaking once you get into it.. He’d mentioned being able to enjoy doing it that way as one of the nice perks of having his first apartment. 

For me, it had been having my own shower. I’d never had the nerve to do it in the open shower rooms in the dorms. Well, almost never.

“Yeah.”

“I would be, too.”

“Do you think H. is “Bi”?”

Quick change of subject; well maybe not?

“I … I don’t know. More like just horny, I think.”

I kinda did know, but it wasn’t my place to say. We’d rented a porn movie once and after we’d watched a bit together on the living room couch he’d asked if I wanted to masturbate with him. I’d declined and he was OK with that and a few minutes later when he’d said he was wanting to start jerking off I’d gone to my room as he’d started to undress in the living room. 

And it had been fun then, masturbating on my bed imagining him on the couch masturbating, too. Maybe, to the same scene I was remembering. 

“I’ve never fooled around with him.”

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