We loved each other like no other, we were happy every day, but one day he introduced me to his friend.
You know, I have always been attracted by the topic of friendship between a man and a woman. Quite a few books have been written on this score, lectures on psychology have been read, and in life itself a rather large place is allotted to it.
Every day, living my unrestrained life, albeit not yet experienced, but so interesting and exciting, I thought that friendship between a man and a woman certainly exists. Many will agree with me. Now my point of view has changed on this score and not in a positive way.
It all started with a beautiful, seemingly flawless romance. We loved each other like no other, we were happy every day, but one day he introduced me to his friend. "How ugly he is!" - I repeated when we first met, but after talking with him, he seemed to have drawn me into his little world of fun, the joy of every little thing, carelessness and ease that I experienced when communicating with him. Then there was a banal correspondence in ICQ, which lasted about a year. During this time, we never communicated with him offline, did not meet, did not practically see each other, although we lived in the same small village. Once we agreed to meet (I took my girlfriends, he is friends) and have a bottle of beer. After this meeting, a lot has changed, having communicated with him "live", I wanted to do it more and more often. A turning point has come in my soul, which has contributed to our relationship with my boyfriend. I parted with him, parted, loving him and living in eternal memories and thoughts about him (I understood all this later).
I turned into a free flight bird. But this did not last long. This friend replaced my boyfriend. Spending time with him, it seemed to me that everything was not the same: some stranger, unfamiliar, sometimes I did not recognize myself in some of my actions. There were relationships, but there was essentially no relationship in them. Maybe because of this, I threw him 8 times and returned again to my dear first and only boyfriend. Every day I looked at our photographs with him, as if reliving those moments, thinking that this might not happen anymore.
When the sexual moment came, I realized that I just didn't want to. I don’t even want to see my “type of friend” naked, look at him, admire him in the moonlight, gently run his hand over his body. But having overcome my "I do not want", I gave in to him. To say that it was sex is to exaggerate. Friendship sex is, so to speak, terrible. Probably a friend is the one you see from the inside, when you are ready to admire his soul for hours, communicate until midnight and not think about getting up early for school tomorrow. Making love to him, I just wanted to cover my whole body with my hands, and close my eyes tightly and cry. I just didn't feel sexually attracted to him, but considered it my duty to have sex with him, because it was as if we were dating. This probably scared me the most. Walking with him, it was easy for me to communicate, joke, discuss with or without, but when it came to kissing, everything became unnecessary. I wanted to run away, “bury myself” in a warm blanket and lie with my legs tucked in, thinking about my biggest mistake in my life.
Friendship sex is probably the last step in mastering new relationships from old friendships. In most cases, when it ends, friendship itself ends. You just need to remember that a person in communication and in friendship is not always the same in relationships, in personal life and in bed. And sometimes it's even two different people. Friendship and personal relationships should not be confused. For example, I divide people into 3 categories: for the soul, for the body, and for the soul and body. In my opinion, for the soul - friends, for the body - lovers, for the soul and body - a husband. And the first and the last category are enough for me "for the eyes".
