I was sitting in the living room chatting with Manwhore and Troll when my phone began ringing. I of course looked at the number and realized who it was. I got up to put out my cigarette and answer it and go into my bedroom. As soon as I answered it and was heading Manwhore started talking to me. I didn’t really catch what he was saying because I was hurrying to my bedroom.
I sat at my desk and continued talking to my friend. Manwhore came in and asked who I was talking to. I turned the phone away and whispered, “a friend.” Manwhore said, “oh, ok” and walked out.
Why did he have to do that? And I know once Troll is gone he’ll be in here asking me again who it was, was it a guy, was it a boyfriend? It’s killing him not knowing. OK, maybe it’s not that bad, but still…why be so nosey?
Now, to tell you about my friend who I was talking to that whole time. The First was just that, he was my first. He was my first kiss, my first time performing oral, my first penetration, ever. He was the first and he was wonderful. That was fifteen years ago.
We’ve chatted a few times since we last saw one another fourteen years ago, but not often. Then he found me on Facebook a couple of years ago and we started talking occasionally and catching up on what was going on in each others lives.
He messaged me on Facebook tonight and we started talking again and he ended up calling me. Talking to him was like talking to my best friend from high school. The comfort level was still there and he was still able to put a smile on my face just like he used to.
We talked about him coming to visit me. I hope it does work out because I really would love to see him in person again. I’m guessing the “chemistry” will still be there, and maybe even stronger now. We shall see!