I returned to the skeleton of my teenage bedroom, the one I built with my step dad in the basement when I was 13 so I wouldn't have to share a room with one of my step brothers. I say skeleton because the house was recently sold and the new owners were completely gutting and redoing the interior so every thing was all studs and sheetrock with exposed plumbing and vents etc... The basement was way way bigger than I remembered. It was huge. My old bedroom also seemed gigantic which is why it was so strange that upon entering I had to crouch down and crawl my way though it like a rat. Have I really grown that much?
Earlier in the day I spent some naked time with Melissa who is a girl I once dated for a week or two. She always acted too porny at the times when I would have preferred a smile, a long look in the eye or at least some *natural* sounds of pleasure. Overacting is such a turn off. Still, what am I complaining about, sex is pizza. Melissa was also annoying because she made it her mission to bond with every single person to whom I introduced her as a way to win me by hostile takeover. It never worked, I forfeited my stock and started a new firm.
Anyway, as I was boxing up the entire contents of my old room, Diana, a girl I ALMOST dated had she not become part of the hostile takeover staged by Melissa showed up to help. And by "help" I mean "distract". She kept taking off her shirt, unbuttoning her tight, striped, heavy metal pants, nibbling on my earlobe and basically carrying on like a fantastic slut. I kept telling her that I really needed to get this stuff packed up because the new people were moving in the next day. But she wouldn't stop so I took a break to give her what she came for. It was the first time I ever did anything more than a little heavy petting with her, and maybe it was because I was distracted or maybe it was because it was my old room, but I apparently wasn't turning her on very much because the roast beef was lacking gravy if you know what I mean. Whatever, I wasn't into her anyway, especially because of how fast she became friends with Melissa the Conquerer -- who, as if on cue, also showed up to "help".
Long story short: ThreeWays divide workload. Pleasing one is a lot of work, adding one more cuts responsibility in half. Half the work, twice the fun, three times the gravy. Although when they were making out with each other it still seemed a little fake. Fake is lame.
By the time I finished boxing everything up, and by everything, I mean everything I have ever owned ever, I was surprised that the gigantic cardboard box was so light. I mean, I have a *LOT* of shit, but apparently not so much that I need anyone's help to carry it.
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