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Brent Last Name Redacted was so perfect on paper. He was in the health care field, gainfully employeed and in school working on an advanced degree. He was a homewoner, even had a great car. I forget what kind. Some luxury SUV.
We met when I passed him in a bar. A great cover band was playing the Commodores' and we happened to lock eyes while we both belted out Easy Like Sunday Morrr-orrr-orrrn-nin.'
"I love this song!" I shouted at him over the final bars.
"I wrote it for you," he answered back, with a shy smile.
He wanted to take me home that night, but my friend told him hell no. She always tried to save me from my one night stands and mistakes, and sometimes, I let her.
Brent and I exchanged numbers and spent the next day texting back and forth. We both had plans, but decided to meet up around 9:00 pm at a bar and grill near my house.
Over drinks, we decided we were definitely spending the evening together and he drove me to his house after begging to come to mine. I didn't particularly see that as a red flag. I was just insistent we go to his place because mine was tiny in size and large in its untidiness.
That first night was amazing. Brent told me we'd be done if I "faked it" so I forced myself to really relax and enjoy it. (This wasn't easy for me back then.)
He didn't love that I was a smoker, but he let me have one on the patio. I sheepishly put the butt into a plant, and he had me grab it and put it in an empty diet coke can and take it out to my car.
Pretty sure he had a girlfriend, in hindsight.
So, things start out fairly normal. I let him know I'm super chill by telling him I have a date. Online dating guy (the one who lived at home with his parents) and I were hanging out again.
Brent wanted me to call him after I was done. Like, RIGHT after. Like, don't mop up, don't shower, don't change your panties, but I'll be nearby and I'm coming to your house after you and your other guy finish taking care of business.
For what ever reason, I was kind of into this risky behavior. Terrible decision. First, I inferred and clarified - Brent wanted me to have unprotected sex, and then Brent wanted to come over and have me for dessert.
What the actual?
I had just never heard of this particular form of kink. I'm just a vanilla gal from the suburbs, mind you.
I figured I might as well not knock it til I tried it.
So, try it I did. I had guy one over, and knowing that Brent was waiting actually made the sex more exciting. I shooed guy one out the door, and hands shaking, sent Brent the green light text. There he came - he was at my house in under ninety seconds.
He looked so hungry for me. It was exhilarating, after I got over being slightly grossed out.
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Things ratcheted up a notch from there. Brent wanted more daring and had more impractical asks. I'll leave those up to your imagination, but a few other items of note:
1) He never told me his last name or much about him.
2) We never shared dinner or a meal with one another, and this went on for months.
3) Once, a tiny dog appeared at his house. He said he was dog sitting for a friend, but I'm fairly certain it was the girlfriend's dog. A woman knows.
4) I saw him years later working at the Apple store in the mall. Maybe the medical text books also belonged to a girlfriend?
5) No STD's were transmitted. Somehow.
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