so, i messaged a friend on my way to work, asking if she’d like to catch up soon for lunch. she replied that she’d been “thinking” about me, and “what are you doing for lunch today?”
so, we arrange where and when. we’re all set.
with a smile, embrace, and kiss on the cheek, we start to get caught up. she talks about her holidays, her wife and kid, and what projects she’s working on. she asks about mine.
we are kindred spirits, actually. we formed an instant connection when we met. i always seem to connect with ladies who prefer ladies. we are always honest with each other, and today was no different. she tells me how sex with her wife has improved, and how she had become jealous of a friendship her wife had formed with another lady – also a friend of mine. she admitted that she often “thought” about this mutual friend. she “thought” about her naked. she “thought” about going to bed with her. i admitted that i “thought” about our mutual friend, too. we laugh, and change the topic. she told me that before preferring the ladies, she once was with three men at once, and she absolutely loved it. intrigue!
further discussion. further honesty. further enjoyment of our friendship. it was a lovely catchup. an hour passed in what felt like ten minutes.
we said our farewells. another smile, embrace, and kiss on the cheek. yes, we must do this again. she reiterated that she was glad i connected with her because she was “thinking” about me.
oh. yes. i understand.
you’ve been “thinking” about me.
yes, i’ve been “thinking” about fucking you, too. mmmm. i like ladies who prefer ladies. mmmm.