So for todays ramblings, since there was interest in my actually quite uninteresting and limited sexual experience with women, I figured I would go through them. That will kill two days of rambling lol. So I guess we start with a chick I will call Dylan.
I need to start with the dynamics of the relationship as well as the inner cycle of this group. When I met Dylan, she was good friends with this guy, who had the same name. Male Dylan was a little older than us, but not much, like 3 years. She was actually always madly deeply in love with him, for years prior, and through the years I was in the picture. He had a girlfriend she hated, probably because she wanted to be her. I actually never met the girlfriend, saw her with him once in a public place, but was kind enough to not approach. He, amusingly enough, was always going to break up with his girlfriend, at a better time. It was always too close to Christmas, too close to valentines day, to their anniversary, her birthday etc etc. I always picked on him about it, because all he did was bitch about her, but never change it. As time went on, female Dylan became my best friend, but male Dylan became my person. You know, the person that you can tell anything too, the person that you call when you are in trouble and drops everything, not even asking how, why, and what the hell mess did you get yourself into this time, but simply asks where are you. God, I can think of at least 4 middle of the night pages from a gas station pay phone, one was like an hour away, in a snow storm. Yeah, he was my person. He was really a great guy. I don’t think I trusted anyone like I did him. I was actually dating his best male friend for quite a while (who I met through him, though that was cellblock C guy who I mentioned prior, so maybe Dylan owed me for that one lol). Dylan, Dylan, and I all hung out together all the time, like all the time. It was kind of a mystery to me how he could have a relationship in which we were unknown, (well, at least I was unknown, girlfriend knew the female Dylan), while being with us all the time, not to mention the job of being my person..... I do wonder what he told her.
Anyway, female Dylan and I are both straight, so our sexual contact was limited outside of male Dylan. Other than the few weeks we protested the treatment of public displays of affection by gay men in this one public place by kissing whenever there. Apparently, we managed to offend no one though, because as it turns out gay guys kissing was offensive but straight chicks was not so much. Eh, We tried.
Now male Dylan was against cheating on his girlfriend. The definition of cheating versus moral ambiguity evolved over time. It is interesting how the moral standards of people change over time. Or maybe not. I guess no one ever wakes up willing to do today, something they said never to yesterday. It is a slow change, over time, as situations warrant. Eventually, his definition of cheating, to me, appeared to be penile vaginal penetration or regular continued long term sexual contact between just him and one other person, in private. Not to say there was no private contact at all, he was actually the guy that drove into a ditch while I was giving him a blow job, while we were alone in the car. That was a very funny night. There were many alone encounters, should we actually be alone, however, overall sexual experiences were predominately the three of us. It was also interesting, as in some ways, female Dylan was jealous of my presence in this friendship (a fact she stated) but on the flip side she stated she did not want me to back away as this was the only way the situation worked for male Dylan.
I literally can’t tell you the number of times I watched her give a blow job nor the number of times she watched me. Or the number of times she watched my pussy being eaten nor the number of times I watched. most especially I can't fathom the number of times we were laying together, naked, being finger fucked, together. I must have cum in the presence of this chick, and with this chick, hundreds of times. Honestly, male Dylan was more of a giver, though he did like his blow jobs, oral sex either way was something the girlfriend was against. However, I do think if the numbers could be crunched, we made out better. Though that whole multiple thing does come into play too. And there were a few nights he would touch us for hours. and a few nights where it was just male Dylan and I, where again he would be licking or playing with my pussy for hours.
He always stood strong on the no actual sex though. Always a no, until he was single and had broken up with his girlfriend, which again, was never actually going to happen. That always made me laugh. He would literally be like, Ok yall, I am ending it with her tomorrow, wish me luck, I am serious this time. Then come see us tomorrow, and be all well she has a wedding we are suppose to go to, so I couldn't, after the wedding. And again I'd laugh and laugh and be all dude, you are going to end up marrying her at this rate. he would be all absolutely not, I am just waiting for the right time. Yup, I learned like a decade later that they were indeed married, I could not help but laugh.
Anyway, that is the story of Dylan, Dylan, and I. The mysteries this friendship left in my head that are still unanswered today….where did he find the time without his girlfriend knowing? how could he always find me when all I could give him was the address off a pay phone yet gps was something most people had still never heard of? how was he so damn good at finger fucking two chicks at the same time and making them cum, at the same time, when I can’t even use a scissors with my left hand? is that why he preferred to be on his knees between us watching us rather than laying next to us?, was it more erotic to him for us to cum at the same time? did his wife ever change her position on oral sex?
Ah, the great mysteries of my life.
. A+ for effort though
