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Like I was on a sinking ship. Dude. I mean...I seriously tried to not get into a situation where I could possibly fuck her.
Well...it didn't work out for me. She texted me today after work. I had an early day and picked up my check and cashed. I read her text and it says, 'I have your Pulp Fiction DVD. Come by work and get it.'
So, I wait on her, and wait...and wait. About 10 minutes goes by, and she texts, "I went home early, sorrry. Swing by and get the movie. Brandon's not home." That'd be the name of her husband. But I thought nothing of it, being tired and all. I go to her house and manage to get the DVD. Problem is...when I walk in there, she's wearing a real ridiculous white wifebeater tank top that's too small for her, and some cheer shorts I bought for her back in day. Once again, was tired, thought nothing of it. So, we start talking again...about old times. It was a nice conversation. I got to air out a lot of things, and so did she. An HOUR passes...and I realized that I've been there way too long...and when I go up to leave...she grabs my hand.
I'm wondering what the hell's going on...so she gets up and plants this huge fucking kiss on me. Right smack dab on the lips. The rest was a blur...I remember us going to her bedroom, me and her getting completely nude in like 3 seconds, and then wrecking this woman for a good 10 minutes in every possible position that I could get in.
And that's not the worst part...