Turnabout
It’s late and I’m watching The Twilight Zone—the original and not the crappy remake. Leslie isn’t home yet. I think about what she and Emma might be doing right now and I smile. All the same, I’m a little saddened that I won’t get the chance to spoon with my woman tonight; to press my erection against the cleavage of her warm, round ass.
It’s only fair, however. Freedom is more than just a word. I turn in, pushing the lazy, purring cats off the pillow to make room for my head. Sleep comes quickly.
I awake to the sound of a key turning in the apartment door. I alight from the mattress and greet my girl with open arms.
“I meant to come home last night, but I fell asleep over there.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I tell her, rubbing my eyes and yawning. God it’s early.
“If you want I can tell you what Emma and I talked about.”
Les and I had discussed seeing people separately under certain circumstances, and we’d recently taken our first baby steps in this direction. Naturally, our experiment hadn’t been without its complications. Right now I’m too tired for words. “Naw, we can talk later.”
I lead Leslie to bed and press up against her, drifting off, happy to have her back.
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The Bastard | Apr 28, 10:32 PM | #
Just out of curiousity, why are the two of you seeing other people, when you just proposed to her last fall/winter? If that’s too personal a question, I apologize.
—The Bastard.
Leslie | Apr 29, 03:32 PM | #
Our relationship continues to evolve. Why should marriage put an end to that?
PonyBoy | Apr 30, 05:56 PM | #
Isn’t that just about everything we need to know about open relationships in a nutshell? Such amazing truth and wisdom in that short. Being apart, and playing apart, can bring so many things to a relationship… and being extra grateful to have your lover appear in your arms a 4 am is one of the best of them. THAT is knowing.