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FR: Roadtrip to my hometown, Part I

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1. JohnnyC69 says:

   August 26, 2011 at 6:41 pm

   UPDATE:

   Part II

   I’ve been putting off writing this for awhile now and finally decided that Part I of this story is special and that I shouldn’t even attempt to outdo it. What I would like to share with y’all is the conclusion. Who knew? Happy endings really do exist.

   That weekend in North Carolina was spent hanging out with Selma, my good friend, Jminc and her husband. We all went out for beers and karaoke. Selma came back to Jminc’s house with us that first night. She had come over in the afternoon and sucked me off after hanging out for a couple hours.

   I hate to say it, but the sex» wasn’t all that great. She’s an awesome girl and all, but after the experiences I’ve had in my life since I knew her in the past made her pale in comparison. The sex» wasn’t why I was doing it though. Like I said, she was an awesome girl in a situation with a horrible man that was making her miserable. I was seducing her to put a stop to it. At least that’s what I was telling myself.

   She sucked me off that first afternoon, then had sex» with me later that evening after coming back from the bar. She put up a ton of LMR, but I was able to break through with enough persistence. I’m convinced now that LMR is directly related to LSE. It was a nice weekend and I went home.

   After I went home, she predictably started blowing up my phone with texts and calls. I had gone to see her over Spring Break and afterwards I had had to go back to school. I simply didn’t have time to pay as much attention to her as she wanted. The poor girl was in love with me.

   I knew it was going to happen and I hated to have to hurt her. Make no mistake, it hurt her bad. Here she was, after all those years in a miserable, emotionally abusive marriage, falling in love with a man of quality. But I wasn’t reciprocating.

   She thought at the time that I had actually made her situation worse than it was. She may have been miserable, but it was a misery that she was familiar with. It had become her normal routine.

   Long story short, she started shit-testing me like crazy, which I mostly ignored. I was able to train her away from the drama and she ended up coming out here to visit me. So far since that trip out to NC, she has driven out here twice to spend a weekend.

   The sex» got better. We told each other “I love you.” Not in the needy way, just very simple and matter-of-factly saying.

   She didn’t make it out this Summer. This past Spring, I saw on her Facebook that she was in a relationship. She had plastered her profile with all these pictures of her standing in the arms of some good ole’ boy that looks like he likes to do him some fishin’ and drinkin’. I liked him instantly.

   When I asked her about him, she had nothing but great things to say about him. He treats her and her daughters phenomenally. He loves her to pieces. She loves him back. She told me that in a lot of ways, he reminds her of me.

   Selma and I are still friends. We talk occasionally and she consistently tells me that she’s doing great and she is very happy.

   I may be coming off as a tad arrogant, but something tells me I had a big part in creating that happiness.

   Fuckin-A.

   It worked.

   It really worked.

   Johnny

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