Paige
Posted: 04 Sep 2014 23:20
The first thing you should probably know about Paige is that I probably shouldn’t have slept with her. It’s a pretty good bet I’m going to pay for it, eventually.
Paige is actually the roommate and “we’re like sisters” friend of Amber, a woman I’ve been seeing a bit this past month. Like all of Amber’s friends, Paige is petite and attractive and wears clothing that makes you wonder whether they are very genetically gifted, wearing a bra that performs some very improbable tricks with gravity, or have had a little professional silicon work done. Unlike Amber, who is a blonde, she has reddish brown hair and freckles. I actually met Amber and Paige on the same night, when a friend of theirs was having her bachelorette party. Amber and I hooked up that night, and have hooked up several times since then. We went running once and hiking once, but mostly it’s just been Amber drunk dialing me late at night.
Over the holiday weekend, though, a bunch of guys from my soccer team got invited out to the post-rehearsal dinner gals night out drinking fest, and I went with them. This came a surprise to Amber, who was there with her fiancé... who was himself something of a surprise to me. Not that I cared, but she was quite horrified and was worried I’d get jealous and make a scene and expose her secret to him. I assured her in a private aside that I wouldn't, and then she made me promise that we could keep seeing one another. (Which I had no problem agreeing to.)
At one point in the evening I felt a hand on my knee under the table, and it was Paige. I leaned over and asked what she was doing, and she whispered back that she wanted to know if what she had heard about me was true. Then she took her hand away. Buy later she put her hand on my upper thigh, and then higher. She left her hand there for a while, exploring with her finger tips, and then took it away again. Then she got up to get a drink, and when she came back she sat in a different chair and started talking to other people. And she went home with her friends.
About ten minutes after they walked out of the bar, I got a text from her in allcaps that said “I WANT TO FUCK YOU.” I texted back a couple of times, wanting to oblige, but didn’t hear back from her until the next afternoon during the wedding reception.
She started texting me with similar themes from the previous evening, but saying over and over that I could never tell Amber. Eventually she asked if she could come over after the reception, and I of course said yes. Then I put music on, and sat and read for about three hours waiting for her to leave the reception.
When she arrived, she was in a tight blue bridesmaid dress. I kissed her, spun her around so that her palms were against the wall, unzipped her, and went to work.
It seems inevitable that this is going to blow up in my face, but both Paige and her roommate are too hot -- and too good in bed -- for me to say “no more.” So I guess it’s going to blow up in my face.
Until then...
Enjoy
Paige is actually the roommate and “we’re like sisters” friend of Amber, a woman I’ve been seeing a bit this past month. Like all of Amber’s friends, Paige is petite and attractive and wears clothing that makes you wonder whether they are very genetically gifted, wearing a bra that performs some very improbable tricks with gravity, or have had a little professional silicon work done. Unlike Amber, who is a blonde, she has reddish brown hair and freckles. I actually met Amber and Paige on the same night, when a friend of theirs was having her bachelorette party. Amber and I hooked up that night, and have hooked up several times since then. We went running once and hiking once, but mostly it’s just been Amber drunk dialing me late at night.
Over the holiday weekend, though, a bunch of guys from my soccer team got invited out to the post-rehearsal dinner gals night out drinking fest, and I went with them. This came a surprise to Amber, who was there with her fiancé... who was himself something of a surprise to me. Not that I cared, but she was quite horrified and was worried I’d get jealous and make a scene and expose her secret to him. I assured her in a private aside that I wouldn't, and then she made me promise that we could keep seeing one another. (Which I had no problem agreeing to.)
At one point in the evening I felt a hand on my knee under the table, and it was Paige. I leaned over and asked what she was doing, and she whispered back that she wanted to know if what she had heard about me was true. Then she took her hand away. Buy later she put her hand on my upper thigh, and then higher. She left her hand there for a while, exploring with her finger tips, and then took it away again. Then she got up to get a drink, and when she came back she sat in a different chair and started talking to other people. And she went home with her friends.
About ten minutes after they walked out of the bar, I got a text from her in allcaps that said “I WANT TO FUCK YOU.” I texted back a couple of times, wanting to oblige, but didn’t hear back from her until the next afternoon during the wedding reception.
She started texting me with similar themes from the previous evening, but saying over and over that I could never tell Amber. Eventually she asked if she could come over after the reception, and I of course said yes. Then I put music on, and sat and read for about three hours waiting for her to leave the reception.
When she arrived, she was in a tight blue bridesmaid dress. I kissed her, spun her around so that her palms were against the wall, unzipped her, and went to work.
It seems inevitable that this is going to blow up in my face, but both Paige and her roommate are too hot -- and too good in bed -- for me to say “no more.” So I guess it’s going to blow up in my face.
Until then...
Enjoy
