MY UNREQUITED LOVER, PART 1 OF 3

Hot and Bothered for My Unrequited Lover

Part 1: I desperately wanted to be touched, and by one guy in particular.

Esmeralda

A long time ago, a friend from college confessed that he loved me.

I was shocked and said no to him.

He was devastated, but he didn’t press me. In fact, he avoided me from then on.

But lately, I had been having strange thoughts about him. Even my best friend noticed it. I reassured her that the guy, Gordon, wasn’t harassing or stalking me. He hadn’t even spoken to me in ages.

It was hard to sleep tonight. I felt aches and desires run down my body. I desperately wanted to be touched, and by one guy in particular.

These heated fantasies filled me with guilt. I truly had no interest in dating him, so surely I couldn’t just ask him to have sex with me and lead him on.

In theory, I wasn’t opposed to friends with benefits. Yet, I had heard too many stories from my female friends, about guys who were down for sex but not for a relationship. My girlfriends thought that guys were selfish, to “use them for sex” without giving any romantic commitment in return.

Would they be more forgiving if a girl did the same? It did seem unfair to judge girls and guys differently. I just hoped my friends wouldn’t despise me for my feelings.

The next morning when I woke up, I was even hornier than usual. It was driving me insane. Feverish fantasies crowded every corner of my mind.

Then, a stray thought came to me. What if I could do this? I could always ask Gordon. As long as I was honest about what I could and couldn’t give him, then it would be up to him whether to accept my proposition or not.

Despite my remaining guilt, excitement surged up in me at the possibilities. With just one more second of hesitation, I picked up my phone and dialed my long-lost friend.

“Hello?” came a sleepy, deep male voice.

I was giddy that I managed to reach him on my first try. “Hey, Gordon, I know we haven’t talked in a while, but — ”

“It’s okay,” he muttered. “I shouldn’t have been so honest with you about how I felt. I’m sorry.”

I suppressed a groan. “No, I didn’t call to criticize you. As you said, you were just being honest. But… I wanted to be honest with you about something, too.” There was silence on the phone, but I knew he must be intrigued. “While I don’t feel… romantic interest towards you, I — would love to have sex with you.” There. I said it!

Gordon sucked in a breath. “Esmeralda, it really is fine. I don’t want you to take pity on me. If you’re not interested, you’re not interested.”

“Oh, Gordon,” I said, “you’re misunderstanding me. I am interested in you, just not as a romantic partner.” I added quickly before my courage could desert me, “I’ve been having sexual fantasies about you, and I enjoy them.” I paused. “I know I might be asking for a lot, and if you don’t want to do anything, that’s okay too. But — I really want you to fuck me. Not as a girlfriend or mistress. But we could have some no-strings-attached fun.” I inhaled deeply. “If you still want me, I’m here.”

“I don’t know…,” Gordon said in a careful tone. “I don’t want you to give me false hopes.”

“Of course not,” I replied in a bright voice. “I meant what I said. I want you to bang me, but not to date me. Would you be interested?”

There was silence again.

Then I said, in a sultry voice, “I’m on birth control, by the way.”

He gasped. “Can you give me some time to think? I still love you, Esmeralda. But I want to do what’s best for us.”

I nodded eagerly even though he couldn’t see me.

“Yes, and I appreciate that. You’re a good guy. I just want us to enjoy ourselves, in a friendly, relaxed way. No need to worry about anything else.”

The guy sighed. “I’ll get back to you by the end of today.”

Gordon

When I ended the call with Esme, I didn’t know what to think. My dick was getting so hard at what she was proposing.

Did I want to fuck the girl I loved? Hell, yes!

But what about my heart? Yes, I admit that I did hope that she would fall for me too after I made love to her. I knew that sex wasn’t the same as love, but a man could dream.

Today was a Saturday so I didn’t have to go to work, thankfully, but I also couldn’t distract myself from this new revelation.

Couldn’t I just say yes? I was more than sure that I would enjoy it, and I would try my hardest to give her the most pleasure any woman had ever had in bed, because she deserved it.

And when she said she was on birth control…that made me even hornier than before. I had countless daydreams about making babies with her. I would spill my seed into her waiting womb, and soon after, she would become pregnant with our child.

The fact that she was on birth control, made me wonder if she might be open to exploring this fantasy…But I had to ask to be sure.

I was going out of my mind with need. Before it was time for lunch, I already couldn’t resist texting her:

“Yes, I want to bang you. :) “

Her response was instantaneous. She sent me a heart emoji, and before I knew it, she was calling me.

Her energetic voice on the phone made my spirits soar.

“Awesome! Gordon, you don’t know just how happy you’ve made me. All this sexual frustration has been a torment. So when can we fuck?”

I chuckled. She was so straightforward and candid, one of the many things I loved about her. Despite all common sense to the contrary, I knew this was the right choice. We were friends, after all. Maybe our feelings weren’t quite the same, but I was thrilled that I could show her just how much I loved her when we were in bed.

I said, in a warm tone, “Come on over whenever you’re ready.”

Esmeralda responded, “Great! I’m coming now!” And then she hung up.

I laughed at myself, and at the whole absurdity of the situation. Maybe I would live to regret this, but right now, happiness bubbled through my whole being.

This story is inspired by Posy Churchgate - Writes & Edits Fiction’s writing prompt, change.

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