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  • First day of chemistry lab as a college freshman, I'm shy and everyone has already picked their lab partners...I felt something on my back.
    It was her, she arrived late, she needed a partner.

    Fast forward a few months, we're great friends...we're flirty. I leave sex position drawings in her book bag. BUT!
    BUT what you may ask?

    We were both in committed relationships, we stay friends...
    The years pass,
    On and off we bump into each other, share secrets, talk about sex...a lot.

    I get dumped, she dumps her guy. We're still friends...I'm trying to figure myself out.

    She has a regular booty call...We are still acquaintances, we go out. I'm starving for sex, love and affection (In that order).

    I tease, she teases...She asks if I'm into her, I say no. (I don't know why but I felt she was being cocky about it)
    One day she calls, she needs a place to crash...We sleep in the same bed with junior dancing in her pijamas...Nothing happens. Not. even. a kiss.

    Ok...This is getting pathetic-right? Bear with me for a few more lines.

    Terribly frustrated and starved, we manage to go out a few more times and plan another sleep over...Same result again.
    Let's just say she started telling everyone I was gay, including her family and we stopped talking for a while.

    One day while chatting over facebook, I'm at the airport and I think: "Just in case the plane crashes, let me let it all out" ...but it wasn't that simple.

    When I got back, she randomly kissed me and I couldn't react, I had given up. About a year has gone by since we started dating and I was sure this was going nowhere...but we went out dancing. All this time and we never danced before...Freaking genius! A bit of tight bachata (latin music) and I was on fire...I was claiming my revenge for all those failed sleep overs.

    LOL. Yeah right...A third sleep over was happening that night. Remember I was on fire?
    It didn't feel like it when I kissed her and she went straight to sleep. So what did I do?

    I went for quasi rape...I started kissing her neck, caressing her thigh; she was hesitant while I was determined. She was all like "what are you doing" and I was like "don't be evil you know what". She turned to face me and I jumped over...I was sure this was my chance until she said "I'm not sure..."
    I said "Come on, why not?" and while she thought about the answer I quickly dived for her breasts with my mouth while my hand searched its way under her PJs.

    At that same moment she started to answer my question and I froze...I was thinking of something to say so I cut her off with "Just give it a try..." She muttered agreement and before she could say anything else, she was moaning while I was working my fingers...
    HOME FUCKING RUN! Awesome punch line!
    I thought I would be dealing with a nerdy, shy girl but what I found was a goddess. A tsunami hitting a sail boat kind of thing. And she is 100 times hotter without her clothes on...
    A totally unexpected night, totally a one night stand.

    We went to sleep and woke up as if nothing happened.
    I thought this girl must be thinking I'll be her booty call but I'll make sure it's the other way around.

    Fast forward a few months...We are primal, we make porn, we experiment beyond belief, we have too much sex (and by that I mean my foreskin was breaking) and we cuddle.
    We love each other beyond words but we go out on a date, have sex and don't dare mutter anything remotely related to a relationship.
    We meet each other's families, but we don't dare to hold hands.
    We cook, we are foodies...
    We trade poems and share coffee together but we don't dare talk about the future.

    Until she went away for Christmas.

    It was the 7th of January when she got back home. It was that same day that I planned to tell her. And I did.
    I cooked, uncorked the most expensive bottle in my collection and made her a floral arrangement.
    She chugged a cup of wine out of disbelief at hearing me say: "I love you".
    We kissed, we were drunk, we went crazy over the rug consuming the first day of our relationship. We showed each other our affection.

    It has been 2 years since that day and many more since that chemistry lab...Our individuality and our relationship has evolved.
    And now we start another stage in our relationship...

    The long distance part, where I have become a member in a frequent traveller program (Lol) and can expect to see her once a month at best. The part where I travel with my baked goods or ship them to her.

    I love traveling and I love her, so what could be better?
    The sex...the love...the affection.

    I know these will always be our relationship priorities, equally important but in that order of occurrence.

    And I celebrate by writing down our story, I believe in the future we are building and in the power of video call masturbation!

    We have a date for the wedding, we have a lot ahead (lol if you get the pun) so let's celebrate relationships with the best there is:

    Sex, Love and affection (In that order).
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