We're faced with decisions that are the right ones at the time, and only later do we wonder exactly why we made them. The passion of the moment, the circumstances and the details, some idealized or fool-hardy vision of how things will turn out.
All effects what we do, and more importantly, what we don't do.
There was this girl who came from a rich family that I had been messing with in my spare time. She had spare time to spare too and between the conferences and the family get-togethers most nights of the week I went out with her and saw movies, fucked her in the back seat, went to her house for lunch and met her mom and cousins, made dinner and drinks for her at my apartment and let her suck my cock on the couch as videos played ignored.
She got as wet when I was fingering her as I had ever encountered with anyone before. She loved to be licked and her pussy had a watery sea-salt taste of shampoo. This was a good thing. Never funky or smelly, her pussy juices were thick and viscous. I got so hard when I felt her up and my fingers came away dripping and warm.
This was down south. When I moved north I kept in touch, and didn't break it off, even as I met another girl, who would eventually become my wife. She wasn't from a rich family and she went to school rather than family functions on the weeknights. She was less experienced but willing to learn with me, and she let me fuck her in the car, would invite me over and we would fuck on the couch downstairs while her mother was upstairs. She'd come over and I'd make her dinner, and we'd end up balling on the living room floor under the Christmas tree.
She never sucked me off and she didn't get as wet as the other, but she made me hot because she had curves and a smile to die for and an ass that I could have crawled into and lived in for a week. I'm an ass man and I would caress that ass, kiss that ass, finger that ass and cum on that ass over and over. She loved the feel of the warm thick splash on her lower back, her ass sticking up for me that I would enter into (in her pussy, not the other). Sometimes we would look over at ourselves in the full-length mirror on the door to the bedroom.
The first woman, had she been in the same town as me, would have taken good care of me. She laughed at my jokes and paid for my drinks more often than I paid for hers. It was a casual and comfortable relationship, slowly moving towards something that was not to be when I moved. The second woman captured my sexual imagination and was more work to please, and I was able to make her cum.
It was the right decision at the time, and now as I remember that I didn't really make it so much as accept what was happening to my heart, that I gave up the financial comfort of one family's berth for the sexual storm cloud of a hell of an ass.
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