While this is a straight sex story, it does allude to bisexuality existing and has some incidental touching, so if that's a problem for you, move along.
Now, enjoy the show.
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Patty and I never really broke up. Like a lot of friends-with-benefits situations, we just went our separate ways. We had fun together and when our jobs and our families and our own relationships got in the way, it was no hard feelings. It was one of the more refreshing relationships of my adult life. It was a perfect situation to get into and out of to celebrate my mid-twenties. It was proof we could both be mature enough to get together and to come apart without all the usual heartache--oh, and with lots of sex, in between.
Never forget all the sex.
Patty was a lot of fun. She wasn't the craziest person I'd ever been with, but she was cool and she was fun and she loved to fuck. She also lived across the street. Very hard to argue with after a long night of partying to only have to walk a hundred feet after the requisite "What are you doing right now?"
Still, we hadn't spoken in months since then. Probably hadn't even had sex in twice as long. It was a welcome surprise when I read the text out of the blue.
"Hey! Long time, no see. Come on out. It's my birthday. I'm going out with some friends to get some drinks. You should come by. You can meet my new boyfriend!"
Boyfriend? That was a development. Not an unexpected one. It wasn't like life stopped outside of my bedroom. Besides, it was the 21st century. Who am I to get uptight about meeting your fuckbuddy's current beau?
"Does he want to meet me?" I asked.
"He knows all about you. You're not jealous, are you?"
"No. He's not jealous, is he?"
"No. Should he be?"
"Alright, alright. Twist my arm. I'll be there. What time?"
It would good to see her again, because there was a reason I liked hanging out with her in the first place (again, the sex didn't hurt at all). Then again, it wasn't as if we ever called each other without sex being the main purpose. Prove to the square community that friends-with-benefits could be just regular friends. If nothing else, I wanted to prove my bohemian bona fides. With that said, before I left, I put a couple of condoms in my pocket. Could be Patty had some cool friends.
I'd met Patty about five years ago on Tinder. As it turns out, she literally lived across the street from me. It made the whole friends-with-benefits thing that much harder to resist. Even we she moved across town, we stayed in touch and we'd see each other, maybe for a movie, maybe to get some drinks, but always, definitely to bone. She was a year or two younger than me, college-educated, gainfully employed, and Filipina, with a cute nose and this great smile. Then there was her body, which was just absolutely banging. Exactly my type. She had one of the biggest butts I'd ever been with and she had a rack to match. She was just chubby enough to accentuate all the curves she had and, as a bonus, I always made her work up a sweat. It made me feel like I'd accomplished something every time I made her come. While we both got older and put on more weight, every pound she had put on just seemed to accentuate her curves. She was this Asian fertility goddess. Whoever her boyfriend was, he was a lucky man. While I hadn't seen her in years, I would put good money on her butt hadn't gotten any smaller.
I mean, sure, I'd met filthier people since then--crazier ones, too--but there was something nice about having somebody so solid, so reliable, even if we both knew that we weren't right for each other. I guess that's what friendship is.
I turned the corner and saw Julie's ahead of me. Julie's was a sports bar, for lack of a better term, but it was big and I'd gone there enough times that I could scam free drinks off of the bartenders that liked me. In spite of them never playing the right games on the TVs, it was a solid neighborhood bar. The perfect vibe to meet your old FWB and their new boyfriend.
There she was at the far end of the patio with a group of people I didn't know. She wore a sundress and a cardigan and these big earrings that she always wore (I remembered she left a pair of them at my place once and I had forgotten to get them back to her). She waved at me. I waved back. Next to her was what looked like her man. He was cute and Asian and looked to be about the same age as us. His hair was dark and short, which, I gotta say, matched the rest of him. He had a good tan on him and even from this distance, he looked like a guy who didn't mind taking off his shirt. They were a cute couple.
"Jay!" she shouted. "Over here!"
I made my way over to the two of them. It looked like they'd started without me.
"Hey," she said.
"Hey yourself. This is Rick."
"Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you."
It was.
Other than the Clippers game on, it was a hell of a time. Rick worked for an aerospace company and he was into a lot of the same bullshit that I was into, which was funny, because Patty and I had just about opposite tastes, except in what we liked in the bedroom. He liked rap and rock and if he didn't know about the foreign films I liked, he had at least heard of them. Same things for all the stuff he talked about. Another funny thing, unlike Patty, Rick grew up nearby. He was a few years younger than me, though, so we never quite ran with the same crowds. It was a small world.
I chatted with a few of her friends. Some good people. A nice mix of work friends and school friends and just random people. There was Shauna and her boyfriend Andrew and Cheryl and a few others. They all seemed like decent people, but none of them quite seemed like the type to go home with a near stranger. No sweat. That wasn't why I went out anyways.
Eventually I drifted back to Patty and Rick. Too many new faces. If I wasn't going to get laid, I could at least play catch up with my old friend.
"So, what's it like being a cougar?" I asked her. Rick looked kind of stunned, so I moved to high five him. "Way to snag a MILF, bro."
He laughed too. He was a good guy, this Rick.
Eventually, though, we got to the bit question that was hanging over the entire evening:
"Shots?" I asked.
"You're paying?" Patty asked me back.
"I said shots, didn't I?"
Joke's on them, the bartender had comped them. I gave him a wink and a ten dollar tip and walked it back to them. The party was starting to thin out. Some of them had work the next day and the older people couldn't hang. Me, I only had a fifteen minute walk, I decided I'd keep pushing. Close out the bar. Why not, right? I sat down next to Patty, with Rick on the other side with her in between us. Our hips touched as I sat down.
"What are we drinking to?" Rick asked.
"To old friends," I said.
"And new friends," she said.
It was like we never stopped hanging out. That was when I felt the hand on my knee.
"Bottoms up," I said. She squeezed my thigh. I was definitely drunk.
There was a reason the shots were free. We washed them down with whatever we had left of our old drinks and talked a while longer. Eventually all of her friends had filtered out and it was just the three of us. The bartenders had turned off the TVs. I checked my watch and I realized, Jesus, it really was time to go. Mission accomplished, I guess. I stood up to wish them both a good night, when Patty leaned over.
"Where you going?" she asked.
"Home," I said.
"We're going to keep partying."
I looked at the bar. Besides a gaggle of girls waiting by the bathroom, only the bartenders were left. "Where?"
"My place."
It was about as far away from Julie's as my own place was. I did the math in my head and figured fuck it. "Okay. Why not?"
"Let's go."
Rick had to go to the bathroom first, so we told him we'd meet outside. I waved bye to my favorite bartender and the two of us headed out to wait for Rick. We stood out on the sidewalk as cars drove by and the wind blew against us. She pushed her hair behind her ear.
"I didn't even ask you all the big questions," she said.
"Which ones are those?"
"Like how's your dating life?"
"It's complicated."
"Complicated good or complicated bad?"
"Good. I'm playing the field, you know." Which was true. It had always been true. One of the reasons we split off was because we wanted very different things. Patty, for as fun as she was, was still pretty square. She wanted a boyfriend and when the timing was right, the house and the marriage and the kids and all that. I wanted to see multiple people at the same time and do group stuff and go to parties and generally be a massive slut. We were just running in different lanes and that was fine, because we knew that when we got together. As much as this was her checking in on me, I knew what she was actually asking for. She wanted to hear about all my adventures. Tea was tea, even if it was from an ex.
I smiled and shrugged. "Oh, you know me. I'm keeping busy."
"With how many people?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
"That's why I'm asking."
"I'm not seeing somebody right now, but it's real casual. I'm talking to people and I've got a date coming up this week, which should be good."
"Men or women?" she asked with a grin.
"Both."
She shook her head. She looked into the bar. Rick was still waiting in line, it seemed. She rubbed her arms. It was pretty chilly. "I'm cold," she said.
"Alright, here," I said. I took off my jacket and I put it around her.
I must have betrayed how much I actually needed the jacket, because she immediately came in with an "Aren't you cold?"
I was, but I was a big, strong man. "I'm fine."
"Shut up. Come here."
She wrapped her arms around my back and I put my arms over her shoulders. We faced each other. I felt her big tits against my chest. I felt her stomach against mine. Her face turned towards the bar and my head resting against the side of hers. I could smell her shampoo over her perfume. Flowers and vanilla. For a second we stood there, staying warm, and I thought about what might have been. We might have been intimate, but we were never romantic. Part of me wondered if that was because I didn't put in the work. I'll never know, I figured. That was part of my lifestyle that I had, for the most part. If you want some things, you can't have other things. Still, though, it was nice to be half-drunk, holding a beautiful woman.
