Boy do I have an entry for you people tonight. This is the stuff for which diaryland was created. If this is not worthy of the pages of diaryland, NOTHING is.
Before I launch into my revealing tale tonight, however, I must first update you guys on a couple of things.
The first is that I met JD’s ex girlfriend a week or so ago. I believe I have mentioned several times that JD and I study together quite a bit. Well, apparently, his ex is currently doing the same courses as we are, albeit in a different school. The interesting thing is, however, that she was constantly asking JD to study together with him and I. That’s right. She wanted to study with us.
JD kept turning her down until finally he called and asked me if he should allow her to come. I had absolutely no intention of making that kind of decision for him, his ex being *his* former property and all, and told him as much. So his decision was to finally allow her to come, if only to show her how “hopeless it was to try and get with him again”. That’s right people. Take a note of those words.
So we met up and studied together for an hour or so. It was an odd situation, I must admit, but not particularly uncomfortable. She was quite pleasant, and so was I. But JD and his ex rarely spoke during the time we were “studying together” at school. JD and I however chatted quite a bit. I actually felt sorry for the poor girl. She looked so left out.
It was therefore no surprise that she left only after about an hour of studying. A headache – that was her alleged reason for leaving so soon. Yeah. Right. The headache excuse has been sufficiently used by disinterested wives to be disbelieved in just about any situation. The announcement for her departure came slightly before Dane decided that he was about to go to the bathroom.
After packing up her bags, she left, and, as I would learn twenty minutes later, he was exiting the bathroom at the same time she was leaving the classroom. So they met up and walked down together. He told me that she told him she “could not take it anymore” but would not specify what she couldn’t take.
I thought the timing coincidental, but at the time thought little of it. And I also found it a bit suspicious that he spent 20 fucking minutes on what was a 10 minute walk, but I brushed it off. I figured they spent a good while talking which was all well and good with me.
The second thing I have to mention is that JD came over to my house Thursday night. He came to hang out, but eventually spent most of his hanging out time trying to get into my pants. He fingered me quite a bit, trying all the while to take it further, but I didn’t allow him. He also tried his darndest to get me to give him a BJ. That also didn’t happen.
Eventually, he left.
He must have been only half way down the steps when I called Flez to tell him what went on. Of course, Flez became insanely jealous and told me he couldn’t take it anymore. My, where do I recall those words? He told me he didn’t want to have anything to do with me again. Ah. More words that seem vaguely familiar.
At that point, I had in my possession some tape that Flez lent me – it was local pornography. He told me that he would come the next day, Friday, take his tape, and that would be the last I saw of him.
So here’s the third thing – Flez did come over, during his lunch hour (did I tell you guys that I was on paid study leave? No. Actually, I just did). We started off watching his tape, and ended up making some local porn of our own – minus the video camera.
He did this new thing where he puts his thumb in my pussy, and I don’t know what the fuck he does, but it’s rubbing directly on my g-spot, delivering more pleasure at one time than the body can handle. Puts a whole new meaning to thumbthumping doesn't it? (Not that I ever knew what thumbthumping was). We must have spent about an hour fucking; can’t really put a finger on a specific time period, cause, you know – time flies when you’re coming.
And the very next night, I went out with JD.
Do you people have the time period clear in your heads? Thursday, I fuck around with JD. Friday I fuck Flez. Saturday, I go hanging out with JD.
But still, I cannot venture into the events of tonight. The preamble continues.
On Thursday night, hanging out with JD, I had pretty much decided to be his girlfriend. I was hesitant, a tad uncertain, but I had made a decision – I was going to be his girl. I mean, his mother loves me! And a number of other things which I believe I pointed out in an earlier entry. So I basically shrugged my mental shoulders and decided to go through with it.
The very next day, I was studying 1.1, listening to classical opera – Andrea Bocelli I think it was… Some song from Toreador… And started thinking about JD. And then the laughter began to bellow out.
I was going to be with this guy? This guy?
And it was then that I made the most sudden, definitive, and final decision I have made in a very long time – I was going to end this thing with JD.
From the very beginning, it was the situation that I liked – being with a guy who carried me anywhere I wanted to go, whose mother liked me, and who I could take down the islands with me and my friends in about a month and a half from now. I never liked JD. Just the situation and stability he provided me. Am I to be committed to a guy such as this? I think not. And from my numerous sexual encounters with Flez, one would realise that I was never really committed to him to start with.
So with all this in mind, click the next button, and behold the most revealing night in my diaryland history.