Dirty Slut?

By | April 25, 2008

Does it really work, getting together with someone you used to have a wonderful relationship with and the years have passed since then?

I think we have all had times in our lives when we had the opportunity to meet up with an ex and rekindle what we once had. I know I have and I’ve also had the chance via Friends Reunited to meet up with old school friends.

A word of warning “Don’t” expect it to be the same as it was. The years can change people significantly. I once met up with a girl from my school days, she was one of my best friends back then. A quirky girl with a good sense of humour although a little gullible at times which gave her charm.

She got married moved and I lost touch. This girl was kind, caring, principled and would be there for you if you needed her. All I can say is she changed, circumstances or time or whatever it was turned her in to something unrecognisable.

Lets call her Laura for the sake of this post. Laura married a guy we both knew from back when and he was a bit of a soft touch as I remembered. Not quite the type the girls at school would queue up to go out with, even so he was always fun and friendly.

When I travelled down to meet her I realised this guy hadn’t changed at all, he was doting on her and obviously loved her despite her nasty traits.

She was nothing like the Laura I had spent so many hours getting to know, growing to love as a friend. I’m not sure why but I never fancied her, anyway I digress. She had turned in to a bit of a bully and sloven, I recall her husband who worked to keep them both asking if he had any clean underwear to go out in and she replied NO. That will always stick in my mind, how can you not find time during your week at home to put the washing machine on.

My boyfriend and I were staying over for the night with them both. After dinner it was decided that we go out locally Laura, her husband, my boyfriend and myself, agreeing to meet up in the local pub later.

This seemed like a good idea my boyfriend knew her husband from school and it gave Laura and me time to catch up on things. Little did I realise what she had planned.

Instead of going to one of the local pubs, she had me drive her to a new housing estate and park up outside a semi detached house. When I enquired why we were there she said that her friend lived there and did I want to go in for a drink.

Not what I had in mind but I followed her up the driveway. She knocked and a guy came to the door. On reflection the best I can describe him as is an over weight Dermud Gavin from memory. Don’t hold me to that, it’s some time ago.

We went in the house and another guy appeared from the kitchen. He was quite dishy, tall dark and handsome with a lovely soft Scottish accent which got me horny straight away. I know! 😉

No females in sight and it soon became apparent that Laura was more than just friends with this guy. They embraced and kissed in front of me without so much as batting an eyelid. I was shocked but played it cool. “Suze, this is Pete and the other guy is Jason”, offered Laura. “Hi”, I said hesitantly.

“I may as well tell you before you ask. Pete and I have been seeing each other for about a month now.” She explained. Not that I hadn’t already guessed that she had a bit on the side there.

“Right”, I replied not knowing what else would be appropriate.

I think Gary sensed that I was a little disturbed by the scenario and offered to show me his organ. Don’t laugh. I followed him. It was in his bedroom, a single room at the back of the house.

He was a very accomplished player, having the talent to be able to play something by ear. Quite incredible really.

He started to play hits of the moment and I sat on the end of the bed and listened intently. Pete brought up a few beers and left us to go back downstairs, to Laura. After listening to Jason play his way through a whole chart rundown and consuming a few beers I began to relax and mellow a little.

Jason was quite an interesting guy and a looker too but I was in what I thought was love with my boyfriend so he wasn’t going to get past first base with me. It turned out that he was down visiting for a couple of weeks but lived up in Scotland and was studying computer science. Despite his choice of vocation he wasn’t at all boring. Lol

He stopped playing and came to sit next to me on the bed. We started to talk some more and then I became suddenly aware of strange noises rising from the living room below. They stopped and I continued to talk. Then again they started…it was moaning and grunting.

I couldn’t believe my ears. They were only fucking downstairs in the living room. I walked out on to the landing and looked down in to the open plan room. She had her skirt up to her waist and he had slipped his trousers down and was fucking her on the sofa missionary.

It wasn’t a particularly attractive site and I went back in to the bedroom to talk to Jason who was fiddling with his organ. Don’t!

We let them finish in a monotone vocal orgasm and then went downstairs. I can’t remember how I managed to get us out of there but I did and we went to meet up with the guys. There was a deadly silence in the car on the way. I just couldn’t find the words to talk to her.

I spent the rest of the evening regretting having agreed to visit her and when I got home I vowed never to speak to her again.

Some months later I heard that she was pregnant via the grapevine. I wonder who’s baby it was and if she is still with her husband. You will never get me to a school reunion after that experience and strangely enough I don’t wonder what happened to any of my old friends any more. 🙂

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