Originally Posted by
Italian_Bombshell849
I met mine 3 years ago, when I 17, through plentyoffish.com. His name is Matt. We had been talking for a few weeks and then ended up deciding on a Thursday when we were both free to meet. I lived about 45 minutes across Houston from him, so getting to see each other regularly was a bit of a stretch. Anyway, Matt and I met up at Miyako's for sushi and the moment he walked in I actually started getting turned on. As in nipples hard, pussy wet & actually throbbing clit, and even skin crawling (in a good way!!). He isn't some chiseled feature kind of guy nor is he wealthy/well off and fancy. Very low down. He was wearing this shirt and his Van's sneaker that he still has (it's been THREE YEARS!). I remember what he was wearing...the mentioned t-shirt, Van's, jeans, and a jacket because it was still a bit brisk out. It was January 2008. He'd just turned 25 on the 12th. I was still 17...18 in September. We met, did the cordial "hi! I'm Danielle" *hug* "Hey I'm Matt! haha! I think we established that a few weeks ago though..." and sat down in a booth. I remember what booth and what drink he ordered. He ordered a Sapporo beer then some Sake. We were talking, making chit chat, and there was a pause in the conversation. I was looking down, slowly sexily stirring my green tea (if you can make stirring sexy that is), when all of a sudden I just looked up and blankly looked him in the eyes and said, "You know you're PROBABLY gonna get lucky in the next thirty minutes...or at least however long it'll take for us to get the check and go to your place." He seriously just stared, shocked for a second, then he smiled and his eyes started to light up. I remember what black dress I was wearing, the fishnet thigh highs under the dress, the lingerie I wore, the cheetah print patent 4 inch stiletto Aldo shoes. I remember the shade of lipstick I wore..."Code Red" by Lancome. I looked killer. totally femme fatale if I must say so myself. So, we went back to his place and, as tempest says, "fucked like bunny rabbits". (tee hee). I gotta say, that was the BEST anal sex EVER. EVER!!
We started dating and lasted only three months. I broke up with him because I didn't realize you can't change a man & his mannerisms & ways who is not willing to change at all. I didn't understand, at that young age, that men are complex creatures that you can just clean their house and expect it to stay clean if he's a messy person. haha! *sighs* BUT we remained friends. Best of friends actually. He was always there as my resident fuckbuddy but that never got in the way of our fantastic friendship. We have trust and now there is passion in our sex. It's not fucking MATT said recently, HE called it "making love". Seriously! For the first time EVER in our history of sex, he looks at it the way I've wanted him to look at our sexual play time.
Before all the "love making" and passionate sex shit, there was Karen. When we were friends with benefits he met this girl named Karen. I was sincerely supportive and made it clear that the sexual stuff would stop from that point on until he felt it alright to start again. Well, he and Karen fell in love apparently and they were living together. BUT, so the story goes that he told me recently, he and Karen became engaged (which I remember because I was so happy for him! I told him all the congrats and "I'm SO happy you found someone you trust, love, and are happy with" to the point of retardation probably. I probably sounded a little TOO excited...as if I was acting happy and was secretly upset or pissed off about it or something. No, I was sincerely happy. Anyway, the story goes they were engaged and Karen started to show her true colors...as an insane alcoholic who got drunk with Steve, who is Matt's brother, a lot. Matt loves beer. Not Budweiser or Coors Light...he loves the rare shit. The nice beer. Anyway, point IS is that Matt doesn't drink vodka, gin, brandy, scotch, etc. He is a "designer beer" (as I jokingly call it) kinda guy, so he doesn't drink just anything. Karen, on the other hand, drank anything and everything. Steve was over at Matt's one night and Karen, Matt, and Steve were all hanging out. Steve was so shitwrecked that he passed out while Karen, on the other hand, was drunk enough to move and halfway know what was going on. SO she starts getting really touchy feely with Steve whenever Matt went to go get some more ice from around the corner since he was the only one that was not intoxicated. Buzzed, probably. Shitwrecked like his bro? no. Matt told me when he walked in Karen was TOPLESS ON TOP OF STEVE. (who is passed out and doesn't know he has a half-naked woman on top of him jacking his limp cock (due to too much alcohol) off. Matt said he dropped the ice on the floor and started screaming at Karen. She hops off Steve who is, as I said, blitzed and to the level of no return and starts screaming in her slurred drunken state back at Matt. She then stops yelling, collapses on the couch, and passes out her own self after done molesting/raping Steve and yelling at Matt.
That was the end of THEIR engagement. He packed her shit up, put it outside the apartment for the night and the next day whenever everyone woke up, Matt was standing by the door, with it held open, telling her what happened, saying to her that she violated his brother, broke his trust, hurt him, and to "get the fuck out of my home.".
In steps me. He calls me up and all of a sudden he speaks of Karen no more. So I don't ask. I DO notice that he'd become really mean, angry, and bitter to everyone...especially women. It was not the sweet, funny, laidback, cool Matt I remember. He was just...bitter. He started acting really weird. This was about a year and a half into our knowing each other. He went through this phase for MONTHS ON END. FINALLY, I move into the part of town he lives in. As in ten minutes or so away from him. When I went over to his place after not seeing him for months, he was different. Back to his old self...but yet still a bit protective of his feelings. I remember asking him, "Matt, I am not saying 'let's get back together', but do you think you'll ever love me again?" one night as we were falling asleep together. He immediately rolled over, back towards me, shrugging it off mumbling "i dunno...i just...i dunno. i'm weird." Then we fell asleep.
He apologized a couple months ago and explained what events were the catalyst to the negative ways he manifested within himself. Now, we love each other dearly. We just know it won't work relationship wise. So we continue to hang out nearly every night, do sleepovers, text all the time, kiss each other hello and goodbye, and say "I love you" to each other. :-) *smiles*
It's been three years now.
Three rough ones.
But through thick and thin, he's always stuck around and vice versa.
So that's my story about Matt and I. 8)