5 years ago from a mutual friend I heard how one of my old college classmates(Lacey) was feeling low after a guy she was casually seeing started ghosting her after just a few weeks of going out.
And how at the time Lacey fell hard and apparently the chemistry was crazy as the second date was the night after the first and they ended having sex. So me being a married mom who'd only been with one man was kind of judgemental and commented that Lacey brought it upon herself. And she shouldn't have had sex so early if she was going to catch feelings.
Few years later my life gets shaken up and I start dating again. Last year I started going out with somebody in October. Met him in a dinner party with friends, he was charming and we met for drinks the night after and then had brunch the day after. That day he invited me to his place and we had sex.
Guy was just the ideal balance of upfront and bold while making me feel safe and that what I wanted was the priority. He massaged me while slowly taking off my clothes, whispering compliments as he saw more of my body.
Took me to bed and used his thumb to gently rub where I'm sensitive and started eating me out. He suddenly switched gears and grabbed both of my hands to lift me up and get me in position to masturbate him with my boobs. He came on my chest and then gently clealned me off.
We snuggled in his bed, watched some tv and then were ready for round 2 that was mostly doggy style and reverse missionary. Barely any eye contact, he was drilling at me. More snuggling and pillow talk, he ordered delivery for us to eat and I went home fully satisfied and wanting more.
We went out for a few weeks until his schedule was making things too hard(he's a pilot) and he just stopped reaching out.
Fast forward to March this year and I found out its the same guy who had ghosted Lacey. He turned us into eskimo sisters.
At least I understand now why she was down in the dumps. He really was a good fuck.