It was really sad and shameful. My relationship with my college girlfriend had ended the year before– not by my choice. I was convinced that she was the love of my life. We had loved each other tenderly for s, but distance and misunderstandings took their toll on the relationship. Both of us had planned to wait for marriage, but I think she was frustrated that I could control myself and not consumate the relationship, even in the heat of passion. Anyway, that relationship was history. She was engaged to marry someone else and I was miserable.
I was friends with a married couple who were a couple of years older than I was. I liked both of them, but they were having trouble in their marriage. He could be, and was, verbally and physically abusive. She turned to me as a confidant. We had talked about many things, including my relationship (in the past tense) and hers (in the present). We developed a high level of non sexual intimacy which in its own way was highly erotic. We had talked about the probability that at some point, we would probably have sex. point, we did some mutual touching. There was no real passion, but there was friendship, and a bit of surprise on her part that I was a virgin.
One night she showed up at the door of my Tulsa apartment. They had had a fight. He had told her to get out of the house. She needed a place to spend the night– could she use the couch? She was in tears and in pretty bad shape. I said sure. Then I got on the telephone, called her husband, told him where she was and suggested that he come over to talk. He said that she could go to hell.
We talked for a while, and then went to bed– me in my bedroom and her on the couch. About an hour later, I went in to check on her. She was still awake. I lay down on the couch next to her and held her for a few minutes. I touched her breasts through her sweatshirt and there was no resistance– no response at all. My hands wandered down to her pants. No real response. I reached inside her stretch pants, and to my surprise, she raised her hips and peeled them off. I was in my underwear and she tugged at the elastic. I stripped them off. I was hard, and I lay down and she took her hand and put me in her. After a minute or so of thrusting, I came. I withdrew. She was still crying. I tried to say something and she just shook her head. I went back to my bedroom and tried to figure out what had happened. I didn’t have good feelings for I had taken advantage of a friend, and perhaps sealed the doom on a distressed marriage between two friends.
About three months later, she went to Nevada and had an abortion. Her husband was furious with her for getting pregnant. He didn’t want children. She did. I have no idea if the baby was mine or not. I found out about the abortion after the fact.
They stayed together for another year or so, and then got divorced. I saw her a few times after the divorce but there was no further sexual involvement. A few months after the divorce, she moved to Chicago for nursing school. I never heard from her again. I did hear that he remarried and now has three kids. It’s a strange world, and strangely sad. That which was supposed to be joyous is only a painful memory of failing myself and friends.
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