The following is an account of an unexpected turn of events in this documentation of some noteworthy sexual experiences. While there are certainly at least a couple episodes that would have been worth adding, it was in my interest to cut right to the new development. Sadly, this account will be as short-lived as said development, as I wasn't even able to put my fingers to the keyboard before my hopes were dashed yet again by one particular female who has held a soft spot in my heart for the better part of the past seven years.
Abby, the girl I speak of, was a co-worker of mine several years back who, I found out, had a crush on me but also had a boyfriend. We remained in loose contact over the next couple years, including when she dumped that boyfriend and went out with me for one glorious night that culminated in passionate intercourse. While I had thought I had finally found the girl of my dreams, it turned out she had already been going on a couple dates with another guy, whom she more or less committed to in the coming weeks, thus leaving me out in the cold. It was only a part in a small string of women who let me down, but Abby really left a sting.
We reconnected a couple years later again when I had the opportunity to hire Abby into my department at work. She led me to believe she was single again, and our work relationship, over time, developed the same friendly and sexual chemistry it had previously posessed. We ended up having sex a couple more times, including one particularly hot and risky session in my own office.
That time ended like the first, only much more painful. Not only did I find out again that Abby was committed to someone else, I found it out through an engagement announcement! You can imagine the agony and humiliation that news caused me. It was the last nail in the coffin when it came to my faith in a normal, meaningful relationship with a girl. It was around that time that I gave into the sort of escapades I have documented to this point.
Over the course of the next two years, constant rumors surrounded the couple. They did get married, but it seemed like there was always some kind of tumult linked to them. It would be far outside my bounds to even hint at what some of those issues were alleged to be, but it was very clear that Abby had every right to doubt the longevity of that commitment.
There were even a couple times where Abby began to confide in me some of her discomforts, to put it in euphemistic terms, and refused to go home that day. On more than one occasion, I invited her to stay at my place for the night, my full intention being to sleep on the couch while she took the bed. More often than not, it went down just like that, but on two separate occasions, my flesh won out, and Abby and I had very enjoyable sex, adding up now to five times that I experienced the joy of a physical relationship with the cute young woman.
I did draw the line, though, after that last time. I wasn't going to violate my conscience and fuck a married woman like that again, no matter how poorly her husband treated her and probably deserved it. Abby received the message loud and clear, and though I didn't mean to have her back off, she stopped confiding in me at that point.
Everything changed in May, though. I had long since written off any future with Abby. She didn't even work in my department anymore after she took a different position with more pay, so I was no longer her boss. I hardly saw her at all for several months until I happened to bump into her last month, which is when she asked me if I wanted to grab a coffee after work. I didn't see the harm in a cup of coffee, so I agreed to it.
It was over that coffee that Abby told me she had separated from her husband and the divorce was in process. I knew the split-up was in her best interest, regardless of my attraction to her. I asked her where she was staying, and she said with her father for now. I offered my place if she ever needed it, and she thanked me but didn't take me up on it just yet.
Over the next couple weeks, Abby and I talked more and more, just like we did the last two times our relationship took a turn toward romance. At last, she said she was going to bring a few bags to my place, if my offer still stood. Of course it did! I told her she could settle in after work, and then we could go out to dinner. She smiled bigger than I had seen her do in a long time and accepted my offer.
My excitement was barely containable the rest of that day. It was about more than just the chance of reconnecting with Abby and finally having a chance to maybe settle down with her. It was about my life's coming together. Obviously, I had had my share of fun over the past few years, and speaking to my sex life specifically, I had enjoyed some wild and unbelievable expriences that I counted myself fortunate to have. But I knew the pattern of group sex and casual encounters was not a sustainable pattern and not something that would satisfy me long-term. With Abby, I saw a chance to move on to something more real and lasting.
I helped Abby settle her stuff in that night. As always, I offered to sleep on the couch, but she insisted we could share the queen-sized bed. I didn't argue. Then I told her to feel free to shower and then get dressed up, because we were going to grab a nice dinner.
She took my suggestion very seriously. When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, she looked absolutely stunning. The young, goofy girl I had met seven years ago was all grown up now! The first thing I noticed was her hair, which had been in a ponytail before but now hung straight down, framing her face. It wasn't her natural color, which was light brown, but instead a slightly dirty blonde with brilliant bright streaks through it. It contrasted nicely with her big green eyes, which had always melted my heart no matter how much she played with it. Her mastery with makeup only accentuated those beautiful eyes and lips while all but covering up her freckles on her pale flesh.
Equally attractive was her outfit, starting with open-toe white and black high heels that I guessed were about three inches tall and brought her total height to maybe 5'6" or 5'7." Her matching white and black skirt came a couple inches short of her knees, revealing her slender legs and hugging her hips and ass in the sexiest way possible. For her top, she had a tight black blouse, low cut to show off the beginning of her cleavage. Her breasts looked so much larger and fuller now than they did at 18 years old when she first met me, and her shirt and bra pushed her boobs up and together just right to make her all the more desirable. She topped the whole thing off with a bracelet around her right ankle and a necklace that were a matching silver.
