The Fuckbuddy Affair (closed)

[RawDog33]

It was always so strange to me how in such a short period of time, some ten years or so, social media and smartphones blew up into such a huge thing and completely changed the way we communicated with the people in our lives. Looking back, I kind of realize now that when I was in college, just about ten years ago, we were right there on the cusp of some major societal changes, particularly regarding how we use the technology at our fingertips.

Back then, and this is just ten years, mind you, Facebook was still in its infancy, though it was growing. There weren’t really many smart phones, and hardly anyone knew what an “app” was. Most of us were still texting by cycling through the letters on our flip-phone’s number pad. There wasn’t a camera(phone) in everyone’s pocket, either. All that was about to change, and maybe we saw that coming in a way.

Those halcyon days seemed long past now, though. I hadn’t been the best student in college, anyways, and after I barely graduated, discovered the best thing for me was to get a job working construction. I really should have done that right after high school, but then I wouldn’t have had all that fun in college...

Regardless, that was all ten years ago. Now, I was married, and we had two kids along with a dog and a cat, a white picket fence in the suburbs, a minivan and a pickup truck. The American Dream, or something.

Little did I know, all that would come crashing down around me, all because Facebook saw fit to recommend someone I might know.

My old college fuckbuddy. Camille Andrews. Far and away, the hottest girl I had ever screwed, and easily the best, dirtiest sex I had ever had. I couldn’t help but poke the profile picture, just to see what she had been up to all these years...

 

[princesssexci]

“Camille, will you marry me?” Those words had sent me to the moon and back. Nothing could have made me happier than marrying the man I loved. I’d recently gotten engaged to my sexy co-worker Jim about a year ago so our wedding date was approaching quickly. We’d met sometime after I graduated from college working for a financial firm, me being a secretary of course.

In college, Id been somewhat of a wild card...okay, maybe a bit more than somewhat. Drugs, alcohol, sex; they all played a part in what could have easily been my downfall. Having graduated from college with a gpa 2.7 which wasn’t bad but it wasn’t high marks either.

With the invention of Facebook my life had instantly moved from MySpace to Facebook. Though honestly, I’d never been hugely into using MySpace to begin with and even Facebook was pointless until I started finding old high school friends, frenemies, and evil bitches. Some of them had gained weight over the years, some had lost weight, some had even passed away from keeping up our bad habits of alcohol and drugs.

I had recently posted a picture of me and my fiancé after he proposed under the tag, Engaged. Jim was sweet, I really liked him. We started off as friends in the office often joking around about some of our co-workers. One thing led to another and we were making out during one of the office parties.

I actually hadn’t changed that much from college. I had fiery red hair and hips that drove any man who liked real women as opposed to the stereotypical stick thin female. Not body shaming, everyone had their own type.

‘Just finished meeting with the wedding planner, only 6 months and 4 days until the wedding guys.’ Was my most recent status on Facebook. It was crazy how I could find all my old high school buddies but never any of my college friends.

Though since I wasn’t exactly miss angel seeing any of my college buddies would be trouble in itself and I had a good life with Jim and we were preparing to start a new chapter in our, or to be more poetic become co-authors in one another’s story. Until trouble arrived in the form of a Facebook message and friend request...

 

[RawDog33]

It turned out, Cami was getting married soon. From what pictures she had publicly visible, she looked like she was doing well, and looked just as curvy and sexy as ever, maybe even more so. She had been such a huge part of my life in a time when we were learning so much, that I immediately longed to have her back in my life. Life with her had been filled with the wild, unknown, what kinda trouble we gonna get into tonight, kind of thing. We had been so close, and I kinda failed at keeping in touch over the years.

Getting the new girlfriend I hooked up with back home pregnant had kinda fucked everything up, really. I had planted roots. It surprised me to see that she, too, was located somewhat close to me now, perhaps a half-hour away across the metro area. I knew she hadn’t grown up here, but when I saw her employer, I understood why. It was a pretty big financial services corporation, and they were based here.

I couldn’t help but toss a line into the great void of the internet, just to maybe catch up. I sent the friend request, still not sure how I might explain her in the unlikely event that the wife asked about her.

I sent a message with the friend request of course. “Sorry I dropped off the face of planet earth on you.”

 

[princesssexci]

As I sat down with my piece of cheesecake and began browsing on Facebook the little red notification on Facebook popped up. The first one that did had been a friend request. It was from Tommy, Tommy had been my first ...well, aside from kiss, he’d been the one to take my virginity and show me the ropes of what was a fun drug and was a not so fun one.

Which alcoholic beverage paired well with weed, what the kinkiest sex position was, and so much more. I shivered just thinking about it. He was...I want to say he was the one that got away except we’d never been an item. Just friends...with really nice benefits. Had he looked for me?

That was when the little message box popped up, after I hit approve on his friend request. I glanced at the time on my laptop, Jim wouldn’t be home for awhile not that it mattered. What could happen? We hadn’t seen in each other in ten years.

He’d probably gained weight and looked like one of those smelly guys that drinks waaay too much at a bar and doesn’t go to the gym enough to fight the beer gut.

I began going through his pictures and to my dismay and satisfaction he was still handsome ever. He was married now with kids. It was hard to see the man that I’d gotten into so many crazy adventures with had kids...and a wife though it was probably a shock to see me settling down too.

In the next few moments the ding signifying that I had a message made me glance at the box and smile a little.

Wow! Hi stranger. It’s okay, life happens...how’s it been for you? Life, I mean.

 

[RawDog33]

I got a response from her almost right away, which was a bit of a very welcome surprise. I was on my lunch break at the construction site.

A thousand memories roiled through my head and tugged at my heartstrings... and nevermind the blood rushing to my loins.

Hey! I can’t complain, doesn’t do any good anyways! Healthy kids, happy wife, decent job doing something I’m good at. Congrats on the upcoming nuptials btw!

It was a little rough seeing her in the midst of wedding planning and all that. From the posted pictures, she was clearly in love with this guy. But really, what could I offer her, anyways? My hands were pretty full, after all.

 

[princesssexci]

Just as quickly as I responded, Tommy responded back telling me about his family then congratulating me on my engagement. Again, I smiled as if he could see me. At one time, we’d been best best friends.

Married with children huh? If I didn’t see the proof on your Facebook I probably wouldn’t believe it and call bullshit.

Though seeing me engaged was probably a huge surprise and Jim had to jump through hoops of fire just to get a real date with me. I continued what my younger co-workers would call Facebook stalking flipping through his pictures.

His wife was beautiful...and curvy which made me slightly jealous and caused me to type:

If I’d known you would eventually settle down, maybe I would’ve tried harder...LOL

Then when there was a slight pause in his response I inwardly panicked. We used to joke all the time like that but it had been ten years, maybe he was not only married but uptight too? He was a dad, now and I had never had the luck of getting pregnant which was probably a good thing at the time.

Teasing..but seriously, aside from living the American Dream what have you been up to these days?

 

[RawDog33]

I chuckled and smirked to myself as I read her messages back to me. It was almost time to get back to work, though.

Well, it’s not exactly the American dream we had always talked about, but it’s a life. Mostly just raising these two crazy boys. They are just as wild as you might expect my offspring to be, so I’ve got my hands full.

Something about her little message about “trying harder” stuck in my head. What was she implying? I couldn’t help but wonder how different things would have turned out if I had stayed in the old college town, with her.

And you never had to try... I was always obsessed with you.

Okay that might have been saying too much, now that I was married and responsible and everything, but the words just came naturally and I hit send before I could really think about them.

 

[princesssexci]

And you never had to try hard, I was always obsessed with you.

Even as I found myself blushing, I glanced around my apartment as if I had some dirty secret. He hadn’t even said much but even in college before we went out separate ways people kind of just assumed we were dating because we were practically adjoined to the hip, at parties, at festivals, at raves.

If I was there Tommy was always right there next to me or somewhere not too far behind. That explained a lot but it wasn’t a complaint.

Well I do have that effect on men.

Suddenly my phone buzzed, it was a text from my fiancé telling me how much he missed me at work. (Thank you real life, I know I’m getting married.) It was my day off which I was kind of glad for. Sometimes being miss perky to every client that walked through the door was exhausting.

 

[RawDog33]

I definitely had to agree, her red hair, killer curves and easy smile definitely had a profound effect on many men and even some women! I was about to reply but the foreman started barking orders and it was time to get back to work.

The current job was a multi-floor gutting and renovation project in a downtown office skyscraper. It wasn’t until we were wrapping up for the day that I had time to finally respond to Cami’s message on facebook.

Looks like that effect has worked out pretty good for you

There was so much I wanted to ask her, and tell her, but we were already pushing the limits of what was appropriate. I headed out the door and caught the subway to head back towards home, remembering things I hadn’t thought about in years...

 

[princesssexci]

When he hadn't responded for awhile, I decided to get off of my phone and do something that was actually productive instead of torturing myself by looking through every single photo album Tommy had on facebook. Besides, I needed to make some calls, get in touch with my maid of honor, start looking for places to go dress shopping. There was no use in dwelling on the past

After about a few hours of making phone calls, setting up appointments with a caterer, joking around with some of my girlfriends, my phone buzzed. It was Tommy again.

Looks like that effect has worked out pretty good for you

My thoughts went to Jim and again I smiled.

Yeah, it did. Didn't it.

And then there was that awkward ...more like a feel than a silence. After all, where did your conversation after discussing how you were getting married to probably the sweetest, most romantic man you'd ever met or that he was already married to a beautiful woman with two boys; to a person who you'd had sex with quite regularly in college.

It was almost like we were both a drug to one another. All we had to do was look at one another and we were stripping down within a matter of moments. My mind went to the past for half a second, I could almost hear him moaning in my ear as he...

"Sweetie, I'm home!" Jim called from the living room. Instantly, fear consumed me as I quickly got out of Tommy's facebook message.

 

[RawDog33]

We both had things pretty good, really. Gainfully employed, healthy, with people we loved and who were good for us. Hell, I hadn’t messed around with drugs at all since finding out Jenna was pregnant, except for the random puff on a passing joint at a few concerts, and even that had been a couple years now.

Memories were flooding my mind as I rode the train home, things I had tried to forget, just because my heart ached from missing Cami too much. All the concerts we had gone to; all the parties, big and small; all the different places we managed to screw without getting caught; all the fucking amazing blowjobs...

The list went on, and the rabbit hole grew deeper and deeper. Jenna, ever the dutiful wife and mom, was cooking dinner when I eventually walked in the door. The kids were quick with hugs. I almost forgot about getting back in touch with Cami at all. I wanted to reach out to her again, just to say I’ve fucking missed you but I also didn’t want to give Jenna any reason to grow suspicious.

We had sex that night, and it was typical and kind of boring and I found myself, for the first time in a long time, comparing her to Cami. My memories of being with Cami, anyway. Maybe I was seeing the past with rose-tinted glasses, but Jenna was simply not the intensely sexual creature that Cami was.

The craving was growing.

 

[princesssexci]

For the rest of the evening, Jim and I spent time watching movies while eating take out. It was a habit we formed. Come home from work, eat take out, usually Chinese, watch a movie and maybe have sex though tonight we were definitely fucking since ever since I’d started talking to Tommy all I could think about was fucking.

Like I said, we were like drugs to each other or at least he was for me. He probably didn’t even think like that about me, not anymore. However his words still stuck in my head from earlier. ‘I was always obsessed with you.’

Obsessions didn’t end, did they? God why was I thinking about this. I shouldn’t be thinking about this. I was getting married in 6 fucking months and 3 days (it was midnight) to a man that I found to love. Not some guy who at the time didn’t want to commit.

But even as I drifted to sleep, my mind drifted back to Tommy and to memories that I shouldn’t be having. In the morning, I’d probably wake up wet and horny and asking Jim for a quickie before we got ready for work.

 

[RawDog33]

I woke up the next morning having endured a vivid dreamscape that was simultaneously memory and fantasy, practically all of it focused on Cami. I was hard as a rock, and itching to get off, but Jenna wasn’t having any of it this morning.

I barely caught my morning train on time, anyways, I was so distracted and unfocused. Still, I was ready to work, and we got plenty accomplished in the three hours before our morning coffee break. A little after nine was when I finally broke down and messaged Cami again.

I can’t stop thinking about you, dammit

 

[princesssexci]

My night had been so-so. I slept but not well. My morning ended up being just as unsatisfactory as my sleep had gone. I’d woken up late but not enough to be late for work, only late enough to miss Jim who had set a second alarm on my clock.

I went to Starbucks but they got my order wrong which made ACTUALLY late for work because I had to wait for them to make me another chai latte, venti instead of grande.

My phone buzzed just as I hurried into the office. “You’re late.” My boss said, he was the CPA while my fiancé was the accounting assistant slowly trying to make his way to the top of the latter. As I began typing reports my phone buzzed again reminding me that I had a message.

I check it real quick and flushed, slamming my phone down. It was Tommy. He couldn’t stop thinking about me? I was tempted to answer coyly but the sight of Jim in the office across from me caused me to hesitate. Tommy had sent the message a half hour ago. I bit my lip and glanced up.

My boss and Jim were both frantically typing on their laptop.

Oh? Dare I ask exactly what it is you’re thinking about that involves me?

I closed my eyes as I hit send then panicked as the blue check mark showed it to be delivered. I quietly put my phone in my jacket pocket before returning to my report.

 

[RawDog33]

I smirked when I got her message. Dare she ask? Did I dare actually tell her? This was a slippery slope.

I messaged her back quickly, even though I knew I shouldn’t. I almost couldn’t help myself.

Let’s just say you had a starring role in my dreams last night

That was good. It wasn’t blatantly sexual, but I was pretty sure she would be well aware of what I really meant.

 

[princesssexci]

I felt my phone buzz again and glanced across the hall. My boss and fiancé were still talking. Don’t look, you’re at work, you’re supposed to be focusing on work. However, that didn’t stop me from pulling the phone out of my suit jacket and looking at it.

Let’s just say you had a starring role in my dreams last night

It wasn’t an obvious sexual statement but it was also Tommy. I should probably refrain from responding. Responding to something like this could be very bad news.

But it wasn’t an obvious sexual statement and I could always swing the conversation away from sex.

All good things, I hope?

 

[RawDog33]

It was such a rush to feel that buzz and just know it was her. I hadn’t felt that way about anything in fucking years.

For the most part, yes. Many good memories. And some weird ones. And then things got really weird, and they weren’t memories anymore, it was like we were on a new adventure

I paused, and read the words on the screen again. I blinked. The words came so easy with her. I was terrible at communicating with Jenna.

I definitely considered mentioning the rather... erotic nature of the dreams, but I left that part out.

It was weird, it was almost like being on an acid trip again. I swear though I haven’t done anything like that since my oldest boy was on his way.

I hit send, and found myself eagerly awaiting her response. Just thinking about her was growing addictive.

 

[princesssexci]

I felt the buzz and this time didn’t even bother looking up to see if my boss or Jim were paying attention. My brows lifted at his response about it being like on an acid trip again.

Yeah it’s been awhile for me too. My office did drug tests when I applied so I pretty much stopped after we lost contact.

I left out the part that dating Jim had also had an effect on my habits. I hit send and then chewed on my bottom lip before adding another quick reply:

That tells me nothing about your dream now. Were our heads exploding in the dream? Don’t be a tease.

 

[RawDog33]

I knew I really shouldn’t delve into the dirty details with her, especially not in facebook messenger. The last thing I needed was Jenna snooping and finding me talking dirty online with Cami! And I suspected Cami didn’t need that kind of problem in her life, either.

I couldn’t help myself.

Oh, there were explosions all right. Mostly me exploding inside and all over you though

 

[princesssexci]

I didn’t even think twice about checking my phone now, it was incredibly exhilarating. Plus, we weren’t doing anything wrong. Tommy was just telling me about his dream. Besides, everyone in the office was wrapped up in their own projects to even think about what I was doing.

I looked at the message and squirmed in my chair, dropping the phone on my desk. We were definitely hitting that invisible line. I definitely SHOULDN’T answer. For awhile, I didn’t respond but not because I didn’t want to.

My boss Frank and Jim walked out of the office so I had to tuck my phone away in the drawer. So much for bosses and fiancés not coming out of their office.

How did someone answer that? Maybe I had pushed too much. It would be too easy to slip into the same habits, the same responses with Tommy. As soon as Co-workers disappeared back in their office I pulled my phone out of my drawer, once again staring at the message.

All over AND inside me? Fuck, that’s one sexy dream. Also sounds incredibly messy.

The better half of me was tempted to remind him that he was married. But my darker side which usually overruled any sort of common sense notions said it would ruin this exchange.

Was I still good?

That was an okay response right? It didn’t blatantly say a good fuck though my earlier words already let the cat out of the bag. I could easily delete this Facebook chat though.

 

[RawDog33]

I had gotten back to work after sending her the last message, and didn’t even feel my phone buzz in the front pocket of my overalls as I went about my business. Eventually, I looked at it and saw that she had responded, wondering if she had been good.

Oh, honey, had you ever, I thought. This conversation would definitely need to be deleted. I probably needed to just stop right now. Stay out of trouble. Be a good boy for my family.

But the thrill I got just from seeing her response was more than enough to push me to want more. Involuntarily, I sniffed, remembering all the cocaine we had done together back in the day. Fuck.

You were better than a fat line of coke off your perfect big tits I replied. I couldn’t resist.

 

[princesssexci]

I was packing up my stuff to go home and felt my adrenaline go up as my phone buzzed again, another Facebook message from Tommy. I was just about to open it when Jim came to my desk.

“I’m going to be late tonight, me and Cheryl have to go over the ledger.”

I nodded my head and smiled kissing his cheek before pulling away and getting in the elevator. I looked at the message and trembled.

Don’t answer, don’t. Delete the message now and block, I thought but my fingers ignored my direction.

What a naughty boy. Old habits die hard. I’m surprised you didn’t dream about it being on other parts of my body.

 

[RawDog33]

I was just packing up my tools at the end of the day when she finally responded. My heart fluttered with excitement, and I could feel that old familiar rush of blood to my loins as I read her message.

Oh trust me... it was all over the place. Told you it was weird

I quickly sent it and locked up the toolbox, grabbed my backpack, and headed towards the lobby of the building to leave and catch my train.

 

[princesssexci]

Before I got in my car, I felt the buzz and my stomach fluttered. It was weird and sexy and so many memories rushed through my head. It caused me to squirm in my seat. What do I say to that? I went through so many possible things to say and not say.

Can you imagine all the trouble we’d probably still be getting into if things had gone different?

I could. For instance, if he was in this car right now he’d probably be feeling me up or vice versa. Hell we’d probably both be teasing each other. I remembered one time when he’d had me finger myself on the way home from a party but had instructed that I couldn’t cum.

‘Just bring yourself to the edge and then pull back. ‘ he used to tell me.

We’d always had the best sex together. The real trouble started when you fall into the past.

Remember that time we went to that frat party? I think you were the first guy I ever got high with.

 

[RawDog33]

Of course, I immediately knew what frat party she was talking about. We’d been to a lot of frat parties in our time, but when she mentioned getting high, and her first time, I knew exactly the moment of time she was asking about.

It had been early in her sophomore year, my junior year. We had just met in a class a couple weeks earlier, Modern Civ or some such bullshit. We had started talking, and the attraction had been immediate, but subdued. We just really enjoyed talking to each other. Everyday we had class together, one of us found an excuse to walk with the other to their next class. It didn’t take long for us to exchange numbers.

I remembered very well when she had said “I’ve never done this before,” while I loaded up a bowl in a corner at the party to pass around. The weed was sticky and potent. I had given her a little smirk and a wink and had said “trust me” as I struck the lighter, took a hit off the ornate glass hashpipe, and passed it to her. I had to help her light it the first couple times. Really, from then on, I had lit a lot of bowls for her. It became one of our little games.

I had wound up getting her pretty high that night. She had loved it. She was so into everything, it was like the drugs amplified her infectious personality. I couldn’t get enough of her. We even made out a couple times, during the party.

And then things got a little kinky.

How could I forget? That was a first time for a lot of things