Ummmm…. Fuck no!

The afternoon after my 3 Boys, 24 Hours marathon, I woke up to a voice message on Whatsapp from The Australian; he made it home. Soon after, I started to get snaps of him bragging about being on the beach with his brother and cousin. We snapped for a while then started to text on Whatsapp. His first day back and he is staying consistent, keeping to his promise. I set my expectations low for him; I liked him, but with him going back to Australia for three months, I assumed we would lose touch. We shall see though, it was still early.

The next day, Neighbor Boy messaged me asking about my dates, not only generally, but he asked all sorts of questions on them sexually. I told him he was weird for wanting to know. He told me it was to help build trust in our fwb relationship and would make him more competitive. So I started to elaborate, then it sparked an idea; I decided to tell him about my blog.

I rarely tell guys I’m interested in or fucking about my blog. The couple that I’ve told before Neighbor Boy all freaked out and lost interest pretty soon after they found out about my blog. They were perfectly fine knowing I was fucking other dudes, but as soon as they found out that I write about it and that they would be written about, they distanced themselves, so because of this effect, telling boys about my blog became a huge no-no.

With Neighbor Boy, I had a feeling it would be something he’d enjoy, he was asking about my conquests already, so why not have him read all the dirty details as I post them here? And I was right, he was totally accepting of my blog which was a huge relief; I didn’t want to lose my convenient fuck buddy over telling him about my writing.

Shortly after I told him about the blog, he had an hour to kill, so he came up and had a drink with me, my friend Jackie, and a few roommates. We got talking about some upcoming parties we had planned, he then asked if he could bring other girls up to our parties.

“Ummmm…. Fuck no!” I quickly reacted, “Why the fuck would you think it’s ok to bring another chick into my apartment?”

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We argued about this for several minutes in front of everyone. He couldn’t get it through his thick skull that even though there’s large parties at my apartment, that didn’t make it a public place, it was still my home and not a place to invite your other chicks. Period.

He pulled me aside to continue to talk and he apologized, I got so frustrated I even started to tear up. Why was I tearing up? He was an ass, yes, and just a fuck buddy. He was simply pushing the boundaries, but he went too far when he continued to argue with me about it trying to say he saw nothing wrong with bringing other chicks to parties at my place.

As he apologized, he tried to kiss me. I pushed him away, “You, the guy who doesn’t like kissing because it’s too intimate, you of all people should not try to kiss me to make things better in an apology, that is some bullshit.”

I’m not letting him win. He fucked up and he was failing at recovering. He left. I was still frustrated as fuck, but the next day he messaged and we talked it out. I know we were just friends with benefits, but I still think that was a very bold move on his part to think it would be ok to bring up a chick and then continue to argue with me as if he didn’t see what the issue I had was with it.

Maybe I overreacted. Maybe I shouldn’t have cared about the other chicks he would have brought to our parties. What do you think? Where would you draw the line? What rules do you have for fwb relationships?

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus

Location, location, location

A couple days of messaging after my first sexual encounter with Neighbor Boy, we flirted a bunch and then the convenience has been revealed. It’s as easy as saying “I want to fuck” and within minutes Neighbor Boy could be in my room. As for our first time fucking, he initiated by telling me he wants to fuck me when he gets home. Easy as that…. but because I have a uterus, my period decided to interfere.

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He seemed unsure. Like he said period sex was fine, but also hesitant. Then the way he approached telling me that he wanted to fuck and what he wanted to do; at the moment it was a turn off. It also threw me off guard that he was literally negotiating what we were going to do in bed that evening. It was different, and he still does it from time to time, but I’ve learned to enjoy it and it even becomes more like foreplay. A combination of discussing sex to come and sexting.

Lucky for him, my late period didn’t actually start like I thought it did. It was more of pre period spotting that went away shortly after I messaged him that, so he dodged having period sex the first time he fucked me.

The sex was hot. Although he was hesitant because I thought I was getting my period, he still ate me some, played with my vibe, and put in a good amount of effort trying to get me off. I didn’t cum, I rarely cum the first go, but it kept me intrigued and wanting more.

Our boundaries were still a bit blurred. We agreed to have a fuck buddy/friends with benefits situation. I like kissing still, he doesn’t because it’s “too intimate.” Although kissing is too intimate, he likes cuddling? That confuses the fuck out of me. That first night we fucked, he spent the night and cuddled me. It was nice, but weird at the same time.

Every relationship is different. I’ve casually dated and had fuck boys before, some boys like to kiss and cuddle, others don’t. Some like sleep overs, some don’t. I personally like all of the above (sleeping has limits though, snoring and anything that may prevent me from sleeping will send me packing).

This arrangement is unique. I thought having a fuck buddy one floor beneath me would be complicated and messy, I was wrong. It has been very hot and just thinking about the endless possibilities is a huge turn on. It’s easy enough to call him up whenever I want. We even have a convenient oral sex agreement (more on this later). He has his rules, I have mine. We both comply and push boundaries and learn about one another’s sexual desires.

If we want a quickie, there’s no need for dialogue or drinks or hanging out, we can text and within moments we can be fucking, finish, and go on to our separate apartments. If we want a sleep over, it can happen (snoring permitted). And when he does start snoring, I can kick him out if he’s at my place or just up and leave if I’m at his. One flight of stairs, the shortest commute ever. It really has been the most convenient sexual arrangement I’ve had (minus living with my ex boyfriend).

What makes an ideal fuck buddy?  Location, location, location. This was the start of a good arrangement with the downstairs Neighbor Boy and I was very excited for more to come with him.

Yours Truly,
Kallie Pygus