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Author's note: I tend to write a bit slowly, due to schedule constraints and other issues, including my own slight ADD tendencies, having multiple stories started at once, and my own overwriting tendencies that creates long, overly extended chapters. I have more planned and partially written for this, but I need to finish it. In the meantime, this chapter should help fill the gap.
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I was walking up to my condo from the parking garage, and wondering what the hell I was going to do for the rest of the day. The morning at work had been occupied by a sales presentation to a new client?something that, as one of the *quot;techies*quot; (I specialize in video and graphic design), I rarely participate in. However, this client was particularly heavy on wanting to understand our technology and our capabilities, so I had spent three excruciatingly long hours listening to a boring sales pitch, followed by only a few minutes where I was actually needed for my expertise. After the last questions, I went to escape for lunch, and when I called my boss/best friend Carl to update him on the meeting, he sympathized and told me to knock off for the rest of the day.
One small problem?it was a Friday, and I had absolutely zero plans. None. All my guy buddies were occupied with either family or girlfriend concerns. My girlfriend Tiffany was in Los Angeles for about 10 days, working on some deals for her production company. Things were going great with her, we were staying over at each other's places most nights, and had even gotten to the *quot;I think I love you*quot; stage, but with her away, I was missing her something awful. I was bored, and oh, so very horny. And though I had a pass to fuck her friend Amanda (it's good to date a girl in porn), I'd already spent one night with her on Wednesday, and I wasn't sure I wanted to bug her again so soon?call it dumb male pride, but I didn't want to seem desperate or lonely, I knew that she had plenty of guys after her.
I got home, flopped down on the couch, and surfed the net for about an hour on my laptop. You know that phenomenon, where you start off reading the sports page or whatever and pretty soon you start wondering *quot;what was the name of that one actor, the one that was in that film with the guy that was also in that HBO miniseries? Come to think of it, what was the name of that movie? I remember it was based on a book...*quot; and before you know it, you're reading up on everything about some character actor you never really cared about? Yeah, that was my afternoon. I was bored because I knew I had nothing to do at all. I was relieved when the phone rang, and looking down and seeing Tiffany's photo on the caller ID, I smiled.
*quot;Hey baby,*quot; her familiar coo came through.
*quot;Hey sexy, what you doing?*quot;
*quot;Meh, not much. Just got done with a production meeting, and I'm done for the day and bored.*quot;
*quot;Yeah, me too,*quot; I sympathized. *quot;Early day today, so I'm sitting at home surfing the net.*quot;
*quot;Fun. You should go out tonight,*quot; she offered.
*quot;Wanted to. Carl can't, it's his anniversary. And I also tried to make plans with Eddie, Kevin, Keith, and John, and they're all busy with one thing or another. So I'm bored alone and trying to think of something to do.*quot;
*quot;Aww, that sucks. Too bad I won't be back for a few days, or I'd come fuck your brains out.*quot;
I groaned into the phone. *quot;Yeah, that'd be very welcome right now. I'm hornier than a motherfucker right now.*quot;
*quot;You should call Amanda,*quot; she offered.
*quot;Nah, I don't think so.*quot;
*quot;Why not?*quot;
*quot;Well, for starters, I already saw her Wednesday night. And she's probably got plans tonight or something, it is Friday, after all.*quot;
*quot;You'd be surprised,*quot; she countered. *quot;She's not really a clubby type of girl. She's more a homebody or go hang at a friend's house kinda chic.*quot;
*quot;Well, still, I saw her Wednesday.*quot;
*quot;I heard. She said you made her cum so hard she couldn't remember how to use her legs for a few minutes.*quot;
I smiled at the memory. It had been pretty intense. *quot;Yeah, I just didn't want to come across as needy or something, I guess.*quot; Tiffany laughed aloud. *quot;What's so funny?*quot;
*quot;Nothing, just you men amuse me sometimes.*quot; I started to object, but she cut me off. *quot;Martin, when a girl has swallowed your cum a few times, you don't have to worry as much about your image with her. Besides, she's your friend. She'd probably just appreciate hanging out with you. And, afterwards, you get the bonus of taking her home and bending that sweet ass over.*quot;
I laughed hard, and spit out *quot;You've got to be the best girlfriend in the history of the world.*quot; There was a silence on the other end of the phone. *quot;You okay, babe?*quot; I asked.
*quot;Yeah, I am,*quot; she paused for a few moments. *quot;I just thought of something I wanted to say to you, but I'm worried about making you feel uncomfortable.*quot; There was a beat of a few seconds, but before I could reassure her, she continued, *quot;How would you feel about a trial run, us moving in together? I miss you when you're not around, and I'd like to see you more. I know it's more of a drive for you for work, and I know you can't just up and sell your place since you just bought it, but maybe we could...*quot;
I cut her off. *quot;I'd love to, Tiff. bursa escort We'll give it a shot and see how we do with cohabitation, and if it works out, I'll rent my condo out or something.*quot;
*quot;Are you sure you want to? I mean, it'd make me very happy, but I don't want you to feel pressured into doing something just because I suggest it.*quot;
*quot;I can't think of anything I'd like more. Yes, I'd love to move in with you.*quot;
*quot;Thank you,*quot; she said softly. *quot;Thank you so much.*quot;
*quot;Thank you for asking me.*quot;
We chatted for a few more minutes. She caught me up on the last couple of days of her week, bitched about work, I did likewise, and at the end of the call, she basically implored me to call Amanda and spend tonight and as much of the weekend as I could screwing her. *quot;Trust me, she doesn't have a boyfriend right now, and if you don't, she'll just go over to a girlfriend's house and spend the night watching bad TV and eating ice cream. Call her, take her out, and fuck her eyeballs out tonight.*quot;
*quot;Yeah, I suppose you're right.*quot;
*quot;I know I'm right. Now get off the phone with me and go get that!*quot;
*quot;Okay, fine. I'll talk to you soon.*quot;
*quot;Good. Love and miss you.*quot;
*quot;Love you too.*quot;
*quot;Call her! and bye, baby!*quot; she laughed, and the call ended.
I chuckled, shook my head, and dialed Amanda.
*quot;Hey!*quot; she answered, sounding genuinely happy to hear from me.
*quot;Hey yourself,*quot; I replied. *quot;What are you up to?*quot;
*quot;Running some errands I have to get out of the way. You?*quot;
*quot;Got off work early, sitting around bored. I was wondering if you were doing anything tonight?*quot;
*quot;You asking me out, handsome?*quot;
*quot;Well, if you don't have any plans, then, yes.*quot;
*quot;Words cannot express either my lack of plans tonight or how much I would love that,*quot; she retorted.
*quot;Really? I'd have assumed you have tons of people trying to get on your dance card on a Friday night.*quot;

*quot;No, I just have some Ben