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Honestly I was somewhere between ecstatic and overwhelmed, with just a hint of in-over-my-head. Despite all this, I was determined to give it my all. I sucked that cock like it contained the last drop of the antidote. I worked both hands in gentle twists along the spit slick shaft and moaned loudly.
It’s not that I wasn’t happy. Happy isn’t the right qualifier. Tommy and I got along fine, and all of our friends were mutual. In a lot of ways, I really did like him, that’s probably why we stayed together for so many years. The problem, at its core, was fulfillment. I was totally unfulfilled. My unfulfillment set the cracks forming, and sent my mind wandering. I started to want something else, something Tommy wasn’t giving me. Sex. Tommy didn’t fuck. He didn’t even make love. Tommy didn’t even try. For some reason that I was never made privy to, my six-foot-one, alpha-male, football playing boyfriend had no interest in me sexually. Despite his machismo, and my carefully toned collage cheerleader body, Tommy couldn’t have been bothered to give two shakes of a half-stiff cock for me, or my tight ass, or my double-d’s. It’s been my pet theory that I was just his beard, but I never asked him and he never offered an explanation. For all I know, he could have had a black chick fetish. Maybe a few side-pieces. It didn’t matter then, and it doesn’t now. All that ever mattered was finding release for the building need I had, and I found it. Goddamn did I find it.
