My name is Jamie. This was one of my kinkiest sexual experiences.
So I'm 20 and had been dating my boyfriend Will since senior year in high school. We flirted mercilessly in front of out friends for about a year before we finally stopped kidding around and hooked up, to the surprise of no one but us. Apparently it had been obvious to our friends for some time that we were into each other. We took each others virginity and were a great couple. The thing was we were growing apart and I think we both knew it at the time, but neither of us would say it. He wanted to go out with his college friends or play video games more often than he wanted to hang out with me, or that's how it seemed to me. I wanted to go to plays and the opera and although he would occasionally oblige, but I could tell he couldn't wait to be done with it and go back to playing counterstrike. He also couldn't stand getting dressed up to go anywhere, he just didn't get the point of it. It was a chore for him, and for me it was my idea of fun was to get all dolled up and go out and get some culture. When it comes to the bedroom, he was much the same way. He would go down on me, but rarely seemed like he was truly into it. Anytime I got adventurous, licking his nipples or trying to play with his butt he would be like "What are you doing?" and that would be the end of it and we would go back to missionary or whatever other vanilla position he wanted that would get him off the quickest. I just wanted to try something new and he made me feel guilty for it. I was getting pretty tired of this. Not just the bedroom stuff, but the whole situation. I was tired of feeling like I was the only one putting in effort.
We didn't live together but I was over at his place a lot. It was a decent apartment and nicer than my place for sure. It was also clean on a regular basis which was nice because my place looked the before picture in a Marie Kondo infomercial. Coming and going from there so often I would occasionally get a glimpse of his neighbours. There was a chinese couple across the hall and an older woman who I think lived on the same floor down the hall and there was one other guy. He was older, I would guess about 35. He had a bit of a dad bod, little gut and all, but he also looked like he had a strong foundation under it all. Not the type of guy that would turn heads, but not altogether unattractive either. He was on the same floor but I'm not sure which apartment.
One night when Will and I were supposed to go to an art exhibition, we instead had a huge fight. I showed up to his place wearing a black cocktail dress with some sexy slits cut out along the sides and had on some decent sized heels. Combine that with my heavy eyeliner and smokey eye shadow, I was looking and feeling pretty hot. He was wearing cargo pants, a plaid button up and hadn't even shaved. I asked if that was what he was wearing and he said "yeah" and then got defensive and it just escalated from there. It ended with "we're on a break" and me running out of the apartment crying with my makeup running down my face. That's when I ran into the 35 ish neighbour in the parking lot. He was just getting out of his car and saw me in the state I was in and asked if everything was alright. I said "Yes, well no. Actually I just got into a huge fight with my boyfriend". He said "That's too bad". He asked if I needed anything and I said "No". That's when I realized that I didn't have a ride home. I had been dropped off by an uber and in my haste had left my purse, which held my phone, in Will's apartment. I was in no mood to go back inside and retrieve it at this point. So I called back to the guy who was just opening the outer apartment door awkwardly as he was struggling to hold some sort of weird lamp, and said "Wait, I left my phone inside and don't have a ride home, could you call me a cab?"
He said "No problem, my phones upstairs though. Come on in, I'll make you a cup of tea and you can warm up. I get it if you don't want to come into some strange guys house, but I promise no funny business.".
I was hesitant to go inside with him, but the way he was holding the lamp with one arm precariously balancing the lamp on his hip with holding the door with the other was kind of endearing. He seemed safe enough and I also thought a cup of tea sounded brilliant at that moment.
"Thanks that sounds nice" is what came out of my mouth.
The next thing I knew I was following this man up to his apartment. We got to his door, which was literally right next door to Wills place, and he did the struggle with the keys and the lamp once more. This time I offered to hold the lamp for him and he gladly took the helping hand. Once I was holding it, I realized that it wasn't a lamp at all, but some sort of sculpture. I asked him about it and he said it was a Chartony and that he had just been to his exhibit and picked it up.
I said "No way, that's where I was supposed to be going tonight"
"Are you a fan of his work?" he asked.
Being honest I said "Not hugely, I'm just an art fan in general"
"Well, I hate to say it but you missed out. This was some of Tony's best work" he said as we stepped into his place.
"Tony?" I was confused.
"That's his first name, I know him and it's weird to call him Chartony" he confessed a little sheepishly.
"I'm not trying to name drop or anything" he added.
I was honestly a little impressed. Chartony was no Banksy, but he was still a pretty big deal in the art world.
"Just set down the piece anywhere and let's get you that tea" he said.
I carefully put the not lamp down and started to look around the place, it was the same layout as Will's place, but reversed. Unlike Will's place though, this place was tastefully decorated. Nice furniture, actual paintings hung on the wall, no Xbox connected to a giant tv, a wine rack. It looked like an adult's house and was almost nice enough to be in a magazine.
"I'm Alex by the way" he said hand extended
"I'm Jaimie, nice to meet you Alex." I replied shaking his hand which had a firm but not show offey grip.
"Thanks for inviting me up, that was really nice of you" I said.
"Hey, no worries. Let me get the kettle going and I will get my phone. Make yourself at home" Alex said.
I sat down in a chair as he went down the hall to what I deduced was his bedroom. As he entered he didn't close the door all the way and I caught a peak in there and something caught my eye. It was a poster mounted on canvas on his wall of a woman standing with her legs slightly spread in a dress remarkably similar to mine, wearing heels with her panties pulled down to mid thigh with her hands up against a wall and her ass sticking out. Her face was pressed up against the wall as well and her mascara was running all down her face, again just like mine. It was in black and white and had a caption at the bottom that said "Good Girls get fucked"
'Well that's interesting' I thought to myself. Despite my situation, I felt immediate heat between my legs. I have seen my share of erotic art, but this was dirtier than usual. Alex then popped out of the bedroom and I looked away immediately and I blushed a little from what I saw.
He came down the hall phone and charger in hand apologizing because apparently his phone was dead.
"It's that usb cord, it's been stupid lately. I plug it in and it says it's charging but it's lying to me! I think the battery might have finally died completely." he said.
"You're young you know technology right? Can you see if it works for you?" he joked as he handed over the phone and charger.
