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My Part-Time Girlfriend
My Part-Time Girlfriend
We were taking a drive back to her parents' place to get some of her stuff when Summer turned to me and said "Let’s get a puppy."
"I'm sorry?" I asked.
"A puppy”, she continued, running her fingers through her long beautiful hair as she did so. “A miniature schnauzer or a corgi."
A puppy running around the house. Great. It wasn't that I didn’t like dogs or things like that, but I don’t think either of us would be around the house much to take care of the mutt. Still, I just nodded my head and drove on.
I dropped her off at her folks' and she said Yen was gonna pick her up to the airport later. Perfect. I just lost my part-time girlfriend to her butch lover. She'll be back by Tuesday though, and she just handed me another box of God-knows-what to bring over to my place.
I got home and slouched on the couch. The love seat, as Summer called it. I still had some hours to burn before the match in the afternoon and I thought I'd just chill out. Tonight, the guys would wanna get wasted…AND laid.
I turned on the hi-fi. Surprise, surprise– I Ain't Got You…the song Summer and I first made love to a year ago. I miss her already. The apartment still smells of her perfume and it aroused me. Summer's really gotten into me, and I knew I was in trouble.
We first met when I was having a night out with the fellas after yet another victory in a friendly rugby match against those sorry local boys. Ours was a mixed expat-local team, and we had a great combination of strength, power and speed.
Anyway, there we were, making absolute dickheads of ourselves getting wasted and all when I spotted a pretty leggy lass in the company of some equally good-looking chicks. She stood out from the rest of them, wearing this sexy black number that showed off her fair smooth shoulders. Her hair was done up in a bun, and her neck looked so damned sexy. Everything about her screamed "Hottie".
A couple of my guys had their eye on her as well, and we decided to play a little game of chance. We drew lots and the lucky guy would go up to her and buy her a drink. If he failed, another would try his luck. I was the first lucky guy, and the other two fellas were pissed.
That was how I got to know Summer. She was a friendly girl, and all night long we chatted and laughed. We must have gotten really comfy with each other because we started holding hands and she was running her hands along my thigh. I had NO idea she was a bi then. Under the influence of magaritas and a slippery nipple for her, and a couple of pints of ale for me, we started kissing in the pub. The guys were cheering from their corner as we did that, as though I’ve scored yet another try on the pitch.
We came back to my place that night. I turned on the hi-fi with Alicia Keyes on, went into the kitchen wine bar and returned with two glasses and champagne. Two glasses later, we started frenching again, and she was naked in my arms.
I loved the feel of her and the smell of her. I've had other women before (obviously), but none seemed to be as sexually captivating as her. Summer was like the Greek goddess Aphrodite herself, with full breasts, seductive in her moves, passionate, generous lips, and a delicious shaven pussy. I can't think of any other time when I slept with other women and felt that satisfied. You could pull a gun on me, and I'd go happy in that memory of her. Unbelievable, but that’s the kind of hold she’s got over me…
…So what the fuck am I to do now that she’s got me hooked on her? I’m not going down that "happy ever after" shit again–no way. And no promises–that’s why I’m so into Summer because she's never asked anything of me. No expectations, no pressures.
"Some people live for the fortune
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power, yeah
Some people live just to play the game
Some people think that the physical things
Define what’s within
And I’ve been there before
But that life’s a bore
So full of the superficial
Some people want it all
But I don’t want nothing at all
If it ain't you baby
If I ain’t got you baby
Some people want diamond rings
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain’t got you, yeah..."