I Fell in Love with My Fuck Buddy

He was intimidating from the very beginning.  He was the kind of guy who gave you the tinglies in your silly place just by looking at you.  He gave you goose pimples, sent your heart racing, and you knew immediately:

Ya had to bone him.

There was more than that, though.  It was his personality, his intelligence, his ambition and motivation and goals.  You were caught between two places: One where you were in love with his mind, and another where you couldn't stop imagining him nekkid.

On that first date, the jaws of life couldn't pry your legs apart.  You wold NOT sleep with him.  You wouldn't.  No matter how much he protested--which he did.  But you had standards.  You had morals.

You would not sleep with him until the SECOND date, and no sooner, damnit.

You were laying in bed side by side that night, and you both talked about what it would mean.  Neither one of you was in the position for a relationship.  You were friends...good friends...wonderful friends.  But if you had sex, you would merely be good friends...wonderful friends...who had sex.  It would not be a relationship.

You decided you were okay with this, because you knew you couldn't resist him any longer--no matter how hard you tried.

And that night, you banged like Kenyan gorillas.

Afterward, you both lay there a sweaty mess, and you realized just how fucked you actually were:

You were in love with him.

Ruh roh.

He was absolutely perfect in every way: smart and funny and aggressive and holy hell balls did he know how to kiss.  He looked at the world from a different perspective and had a beautiful way with words that no one could keep up with.

But as quickly as he had ripped your g-string off, it was over.  He put his pants on and went home.  And that would be it, until the next time you did the dirty dance.

Each time, you grew to love him a little more, never letting on just how not-fuck buddyish the whole situation was for you.  You could never tell him just how much you cared, so spreading your legs would need to come in a close second.

It would come to an end, though; this, you knew for sure.  No friends-with-benefits situation lasts forever.  Someone would find themselves in a relationship with another person or you would end up hating each other or both.

Regardless, you know you'll never forget the night you fell in love with your fuck buddy.