This is the story of Eric.
My dear friend Eric.
Eric and I met through mutual friends and we hit it off and became friends.
That’s all we were. Friends.
I would go over to his place all the time just to chill or to party. Whatever it may be, we always had a good time together.
We would go dance on Thursdays, we would have drinks on Saturdays, and we would venture off in the middle of the night to random ass places. We had a solid friendship.
Until…
I became single.
That’s when he saw me as someone that can be more than a friend…but not a girlfriend. Just a friend to mess around with. A fuck buddy.
I wasn’t opposed to the idea.
We had this chemistry.
One Thursday night, I went out dancing with my girlfriend and I was still wearing my work clothes that consisted of black pants and a t-shirt with my tennis shoes on. Haha thank goodness there isn’t a dress code for this place because they would’ve totally not let me in.
We went straight to the bar and had a few shots and chased them down with mojitos.
Let’s just say I became very energetic.. yeah that’s a good word to use. Hahah
But I did have a little bit too much to drink but before I could clearly stop myself from looking like so, I saw that Eric was there with his friends. I, of course, had to go up to him and say my hellos. Those hellos turned into us dancing the night away.
I don’t remember much except that I kissed him. Passionately. He’s a great kisser and I knew that I shouldn’t’ve done that but drunk Nia didn’t care.
However, the next day, sober Nia remembered what drunk Nia did.
I was so mad at myself. How could I had let that happened? I enjoy the friendship I have with him and I didn’t want to ruin it. Soooo, i knew what I had to do….pretend that it never happened because after all I was drunk and I didn’t drive that night. So it was believable.
I talked to him that morning after as if nothing had happened.
To my surprise, he kept the kiss to himself and didn’t mention it.
I was safe. Our friendship was saved. We can go on about our lives as before.
Buttttt…..
One Saturday, he had his place to himself, his roommates were who knows where and who cares. I went over to his place and we went to the city for ice cream. We walked around for hours and just talked. We almost got tattoos but thankfully the tattoo shop was too busy to take walk ins. We had a good Saturday adventure and headed back to his place.
I for some reason wanted to smoke, so I did. I was feeling good and ready to go back inside his place. At this point I can honestly say that I knew what was about to happen if we go inside and I was nervous. I don’t know why I was but I was, I think that’s why I smoked beforehand, to calm my anxiety.
He put on a movie on Netflix and I knew that we were about to chill.
I was feeling hella fine and felt super light. He didn’t know that I smoked beforehand, so he thought this was a sober act.
We started kissing and he held me closer and closer to his body. As I got closer to his body, I could feel his excitement through his pants. This is when I got excited because it had been a good minute since I had some nice sex. To my surprise he nicely asks – because that’s the only time guys are nice – for me to pleasure him and I’m not going to lie, I was ready for it. I slowly pulled away from his soft, full of lust lips and planted my mark on his neck. I tugged at his shirt and I climbed on top of him. I start kissing him again and slowly bring him into a sitting position. This is where I take his shirt off and throw it across the living room that it flies to the dining room. Oops. He then rips my shirt off me and softly takes my bra off, kissing my cheek, down my neck, down to my collarbone, then in the middle of my chest thennnn to right above my right hip. I grabbed his face and as he was lifting his head towards my face, we locked eyes and stared into each other for a brief moment until our lips were meeting again. I push him back down. I then continue to kiss his manly body and kiss him in places that make him crave my mouth, in his most desired place. He tries to move me closer to what he craves me to touch but I remind him that patience is key to happiness.
I unbuckle his belt – guys, stop wearing belts – unbutton his button and unzip the zipper.
His masterpiece is peaking out of his boxers and this is when I realized I had to prove to him that I can handle him. Good thing I was high af because to be honest I don’t think I could take the pressure sober.
I begin to pleasure him and I guess he got too excited of my skills and pulled me up. It was so sexy the way he pulled me up to take my shorts off..quickly my panties were off of me and I was already turned around and over the couch. I was a bit excited but before I can even form a thought about how amazing this was about to be. I mean, we are both fire signs, being Sagittarius and all. So sex was bound to be hot af. But then something happened, as I was forming a thought about forming a thought, he came. Freaking Eric legit was the definition of in-and-out. I was so disappointed.. you know how when your parents get extremely disappointed at something you did or didn’t do and you’re upset and full of regret, put those two feelings together and that’s how I felt…he went to the bathroom to clean up as I laid there waiting for him to wipe me off. He came back to where I laid and cleaned up his mess on me. and I quickly get up and put my clothes back on – you know when you oversleep and miss hearing your alarm so when you finally do wake up you become a ninja and run to the door – that’s about how fast I got dressed. He was still naked, just sitting on the couch.
He wanted to cuddle afterwards but I made up some excuse that I had to leave soon.
He put his clothes back on and walked me to my car.
Driving home after that was sad. Not only did he excite me, he teased me big time and left me unsatisfied. I was so sad that he didn’t last long and didn’t make me feel good, that I was now starting to question our friendship. I know he’s going to want more but that was low key embarrassing, on his behalf. He didn’t even make sure to please me after his stunt, he only cared about himself. Like does he think that was amazing for me? Because that was a waste of a body count for me. This is exactly what I didn’t want happening.
Guess what?
Believe it or not, guess what happened that day?
Our conversations, our get together, our adventures… they all started to fade away until there were no longer our anything anymore.
This is why you shouldn’t sleep with your friends.
I mean every situation is different. Maybe you two as friends can still be friends and act normal without being weird about it. As long as it doesn’t affect your friendship.
I’m sure if I reach out to him and tell him I miss our friendship he would say the same. But at this point we drifted apart so far that it won’t be the same.
