The Animator was laughing when he answered my phone call. “So soon?” he asked, “I didn’t expect trouble in paradise for another few months.”

And I agreed… and then filled him in on the foreplay situation here. He was, kindly, flabbergasted. Assured me I was certainly worth touching. Offered, in fact, to touch me anytime I wanted.

“You’re such a playa!” I teased him… but seriously. I told him that his excuses were just the sorta bullshit that turned me around to Professor, who at least was available and reliable and welcomed me in all aspects of his life. You know, like a real boyfriend. Which is what I deserved.

But I also deserved kissing… touching… fondling… Maybe if he could tone down the lovey-dovey shit, we could fuck platonically and just have a good time in bed, period? Cause I loved having sex with him, I just didn’t like feeling ignored and avoided afterward.

“Are you saying you wanna be a friend with benefits?” he asked, and I had to laugh. Yeah, I guess I was suggesting such an arrangement. I could be so much happier with Professor, if I could slip out from time to time for the physical attention I craved.

We spent the rest of the phone call sketching out loose rules for our relationship:

1. Discretion — no hot texts or emails. If one of us wants to hook up, we’ll simply ask if they’re “around.”

2. Location — encounters will be at his place

3. Romance — declarations of love, admiration, future plans, promises, etc. are just emotional expressions in the heat of the moment

4. Communication — we will talk about our feelings & be honest about expectations

5. Safe Sex — we’ll use condoms and get tested regularly, just in case

Damn! My panties were wet, just laying all this out with him. Can’t wait to reunite with his big, thick cock… his wonderful hands and mouth…

Texting him now, hopefully won’t be long before I’m benefitting from our friendship!

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