Bloody hell, that was close
I had a friend over a few days ago. This is a female friend, who I've actually known for about six months, but we never got beyond friends (we were both seeing someone when we met), and her number mysteriously vanished from my phone shortly after my ex started going through it. Anyway, I got back in touch with her a week or so after I became single, and she came over. We caught up on old times, then caught up on some new times - she's on-and-off with her ex at the moment - when she came over, she was off, and we ended up in bed together. No pretences, everyone knew where they stood - just good friends who happened to be sleeping together.Anyway, her and her ex/current/whatever have been popping over quite a bit of late. A few days ago, they called round together, and he left to do whatever it is he had to do. I needed to clean up, she volunteered to help. Fine by me. Anyway, we finished cleaning up, then went to the pub for a few.
We kinda got discussing what could have happened between us. We both came to the conclusion that maybe, if we'd both been single when we first met, we could have gotten involved, but because we've been friends for so long, we're better leaving it at that for now, even if we have slept together from time to time.
We got back to mine at about 5:45. She was supposed to be meeting her man at her friends place at 6:30. Somehow, one thing led to another and we ended up having sex on the leather sofa. Which was nice. We finished up, she went to clean herself up, I cleaned myself up.
About two minutes later, she's dressed and back in the lounge. I'm in the lounge, still with my t shirt on the floor. The doorbell rings. Oh shit. The front door isn't locked. Let's hope he doesn't know that. I calmly put on my t shirt, open the door, and it's her boyfriend as expected. I do a disturbingly good job of acting normal. He complains that her phone was off - she tells him (truthfully, as it happens) that her battery died. I ask for his number, mentioning that she couldn't text him from my phone because his number was on hers, and with a dead battery she couldn't get it.
As I'm stood next to him, phones held side-to-side at chest level, a familiar aroma begins to circulate around my nostrils. It's at this point that I realise I didn't have time to wash my hands before he arrived, and I am still blessed with the sweet smell of success. The next few minutes are very tense. Fortunately, he doesn't seem to pick up on it.
Bloody hell though, that was close. Moral of this story - always lock the front door when you're shaggin some guys missus (even an on/off missus) and he could turn up at any moment!
posted by SingleGuy @ 4:03 am
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