The Message
When I was at University when the world was young and dinosaurs roamed the earth I spent two years living in a hall of residence, and in my second year I was the Bar Secretary, one of the elected body that ran the affairs of the hall. My title and duties were, I hope, self-explanatory and second only in importance to those of the "night safety officer" whose duty was to supply condoms at any time of the night if the machine dispensing them was broken. I should add his or her post was voluntary, and they were not elected.
As Bar Secretary it was my job to stock and audit the bar, and to arrange and supervise staffing when it was open every Sunday night, or there was a hall disco or formal dance. This was easy for me to do since my father was a publican and even at the age of twenty I had inherited or learnt how to hold my liquor and knew how to stock and run a bar.
In the second term I learnt an important lesson; namely that it is difficult to keep more than one women "on the go" at the same time. For some reason I cannot still fully understand I was lucky enough to be sleeping with two different women at that time and cultivating a third, and life was good.
And then disaster struck, and each of my girlfriends announced they would be coming to the same disco one Saturday night. Thinking back, I could have simply not turned up to run the bar, but my sense of responsibility would not let me. And so, I finished with two of them out of sheer panic and fright, and then at the end of the evening Josie, the prettiest of them, finished with me too.
This was an important lesson and although I don't believe I made a conscious decision I have never been unfaithful to a woman since then.
In my last year as an undergraduate I met Frankie. She was tall, blond, and completely gorgeous, and everybody said she was too good for me. She was not exceptionally bright, but she was good in bed, and I adored her.
Frankie had a best friend called Anita whom she had met on their first day at University. They were virtually inseparable. Anita was outrageously outspoken and funny. She claimed she had been brought up by nuns and used to tell anecdotes about her time at a convent school.
One of these involved the collection taken in church on Sundays when the twin handled collection bag was passed around the congregation for money to be donated. For many months, Anita had not put money in the bag but had instead taken it out because she had thought that The Church was contributing to the needy. When she was finally caught she was given six of the best with the cane on her bare bum, and I remember getting a hard on when she described her experience.
She would talk about the pleasures of oral sex in a loud voice in restaurants. She slept with whom she pleased and when she pleased, and she oozed raw sex appeal.
Anita unashamedly made it obvious she fancied me. I remember her asking Frankie whether the fact that she was five foot six ins tall (I am six foot three inches tall) would make any difference to good sex. and then remarked, "It's all the same lying down." She enquired whether my size twelve feet meant I had a large penis. Frankie took this all in good spirit because Anita was her friend and she trusted me, and I was faithful.
But I fancied Anita.
I fancied her so much.
But I wasn't about to betray Frankie for her.
I guess I had grown up and could just about think with my brain rather than my dick, but it was a very close-run thing.
Frankie was tall and classically beautiful whilst Anita was of medium height, had dark brown hair, and was olive skinned, big arsed, small titted, with lips that were a little too full, and had large brown doe eyes, She was not particularly pretty but she was unbelievably sexy and if I had not been attached to Frankie I would have fucked her in a flash.
All to soon my time at University ended. A little while later we graduated, Anita moved away and then after a few months Frankie and I went our separate ways too. I stayed in my flat in Liverpool and Frankie found a job in London
At first I was lost but life moves on and I had several relationships, but something was missing, and I would think about Anita when I was in bed with another woman, and when I was alone I would think of her and would grow hard and stroke myself.
And I came to realise how much I missed Anita. Although I had never had a sexual relationship with her nonetheless we had become close friends through our shared contact with Frankie. Sadly, the woman whom I had liked most for her personality was now lost to me, and I did not know where she had gone, and this was long before the internet or social media, so I licked my wounds and carried on.
One day a year later when I was on the train to Manchester on my way to work I saw a young women who reminded me of Anita, She was taller but had the same eyes and lips and I was intrigued. I thought she saw me looking at her but was embarrassed and so I looked away.
