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Our friends came to the almost unchallenged consensus that the breakup, though painful, was the very best thing for everyone involved.
We found this out as we compared notes, lying almost naked but not touching one night not long after things ended. We had some things to catch up on after several days of deathly silence, then several more days of brief, quiet messages passed back and forth electronically.
Our friends were right, we decided. Still almost naked, still not touching, we counted down the points. There were many, many good reasons why our relationship was not such a good idea. It would make perfect sense for us to stay broken up.
And yet there was one overwhelmingly compelling reason to stay together. We wanted to.
When I’m faced with a difficulty, I like to tease apart its various interwoven complexities. I want to be able to institute some new procedure, some new policy, that will prevent the problem in the future.
I wanted a new policy in place with my friend so that when disagreements like the one that broke us apart pop up again—and they will—we’ll have a plan. We discussed possibilities and settled on a few things that might help.
I hope when the time comes they will help.
When we’d talked as much as was necessary, he got to his knees. He leaned across me so as to reach his drink, because this kind of talk is thirsty work. As he drank, I laid my hand gently on his cock, the first time I’d done so in nearly two weeks.
He froze. Very, very softly I stroked along his increasing length, amazed that it grew so quickly with such a light touch.
He put down his drink and fumbled to push aside my panties. He found the spot that makes me come without fail. I came once, then again and again and again before pulling him down so that my lips could kiss where my hands had been.
It’s very unlikely that we’ll last forever. We make very little sense. But I’m hopeful that when the time comes again for us to leave, we’ll leave with love, and compassion, and not much anger.
And until then, whether it’s hours or decades from now, I plan on enjoying the time we have as much as I possibly can.
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