We sat around the small dinner table in my little apartment. It wasn't much truth be told. An open plan lounge and kitchenette and a dodgy wooden staircase that led to an upstairs bedroom and bathroom. Yes it wasn't much but it was mine.
Or rather "ours". With renovations underway at her family home my girlfriend, of 6 months, had somehow convinced her conservative family that the best possible solution for getting her to work, seeing as she didn't drive, would be to stay with me. I off course would sleep downsides on the air mattress and she was unquestionably responsible so there wouldn't be any sort of inappropriate behavior.
After this unbelievable argument convinced them, she packed her little bag and suddenly my little place for one became a cozy place for two.
Needless to say, we fucked every opportunity we got and cuddling in bed always ended with clothes strewn around the room and us sweaty and breathless.
It was an awesome experience for both of us, playing house and acting like adults.
The phone rang just as the sun had started to set.
Friday was usually reserved for going out for a meal and maybe a movie. Some light petting during dinner and some fingering at the movies which would lead to a blowjob on the way home and a good and sticky night of fucking.
Answering the phone I recognized the voice immediately.
Amit, best friend since primary school, practically brothers.
"I'm in your part of the neighborhood, would you like to meet up?"
The conversation was brief but Geet simply smiled her approval.
Amit was at the gate an hour later and I invited him in, I wanted to introduce him to Geet.
They hot it off immediately, and soon going out had turned into ordering in and the three of us sharing a meal and many stories from our childhood.
Geet excused herself and went up to have shower.
This gave Amit the chance to give me his opinion on my girlfriend.
