I did it. I finally dumped Rachel. We'd been living together for a few years and things were great for a while, but over the last year or so the relationship had taken a turn for the worse. She started getting very hostile for no reason, even in front of my friends. She openly mocked my interests. The relationship was just turning very sour. On top of everything else, our physical relationship had stopped. I don't mean we weren't having sex. I mean she wouldn't touch me. We never kissed. We rarely hugged. Worst of all, she knew I wanted to be intimate and made a point of walking around topless all the time. She had amazing tits, full and very large, and she knew how much I liked them, but I wasn't allowed to touch them. She never much cared for having her tits played with, but she used to let me because she know I liked it. Now she was rubbing them in my face...or more accurately, dangling them just out of reach. She was gone at last, moved out and out of my life. Her boycott of intimacy meant I hadn't had any physical contact in nearly a year, but now I was free to see if I could find a woman that would like me for me and have a working sex drive.
I had the place to myself for a few weeks before Heather started coming over. Her and I had been friends since high school and she wanted to keep me company as I adjusted to living alone again. We watched TV or movies and talked quite a bit. Rachel and her hadn't fully gotten along and we didn't really talk much about a great many topics. To my surprise, when I mentioned the lack of a sex life that became a subject that came up regularly. Heather had been single for about 2 years at that point so her sex life was as nonexistent as mine.
"I don't know...what if she wasn't interested because I just wasn't very good?" I asked Heather one evening as she sat lounging across my leather couch. "I mean I always thought I was very good at a lot of things. The girls I dated before her never complained. In fact I was often complimented on some things."
"I'm sure that wasn't it. She was just beyond frigid...way beyond frigid." Heather shrugged a bit. "you have said that before, you know? That you were complimented."
"I have? I don't even know anymore. She didn't even want to kiss."
"Well, lets see then..." at that Heather leaned over and kissed me. It was gentle at first. I was rather surprised at it. I'd never guess we'd ever kiss. We were friends. I'll confess I'd noticed her ass through her rather tight jeans from time to time but I didn't really think of anything beyond it. Now here she was kissing me. After the brief shock wore off, I found myself kissing back. Our lips parted...tongues meeting. I don't know why, but I was a little surprised that Heather was such a good kisser.
She pulled away, pausing to lick her lip a moment before looking at me. "You aren't the problem." She sat up a bit. "So...what if I said I wanted to know how good you are at other things?" She slid a hand down her shirt and lifted it slightly.
