BECAUSE WE ALL HAVE NEEDS

so at the end of this summer, I was fresh off of having a sort of non-exclusive relationship with a boy I’ve known/liked for years (one of the only boys I’ve ever really liked). I’ll think of a name for him later, I won’t be seeing him until this christmas again when he comes back from the other side of the country.

he had just left to do his masters degree, and I was feeling confident and detached. I’m good at willing away my feelings. it’s actually kind of sad. I had done summer courses here with Amber, but many of our friends had left for the four-month summer break and were now finally returning for school.

there was a big concert us and all of our friends were going to in the first week of september, and I saw our friend chimp there for the first time since before summer. he was on MDMA and I was drinking, rather heavily. we gave each other a hugeee hug and I complimented him on how good he looked.

somehow this turned into me being even bolder than usual and telling him that we would have “explosive” sex if we ever slept together. I didn’t really remember saying it, but he made sure to retell that part a few times in the next few weeks.

we spent a lot of the concert teasing each other. he’s better at it. he lives for building sexual tension. I was gonna lose it. there was an issue that we both had in mind: I’m best friends with his roommate. and his roommate will always have feelings for me in at least a small way. let’s call him teddy bear. not a real animal like the rest, but he deserves a name like that because he’s my best friend and whatever he’s great hahha.

chimp started saying how we shouldn’t do it to teddy. I pushed him down onto a booth in a seating area of the venue and climbed on top of him. “you need to stop,” he said, “you don’t even know the things I want to do to you right now. but we can’t.”

UGHHJAH please as if that’s gonna make me walk away.

he ended up going up to teddy, explaining the situation, and asking his permission to sleep with me. teddy gave him some small speech, but said yes.

chimp and me cabbed with Amber to our house, and me and him made our way downstairs to my room. 

it was. amazing. we were already so turned on that we needed very minimal foreplay the first time. it’s like he was designed for me, sexually. the sex was actually just perfect. we had so much fun. he’s so powerful (HIS BICEPS ARE OUT OF THIS WORLD realz), and yet I loved being on top and taking control, too. I think he was the first person I’ve actually just 100 percent enjoyed being on top with. 

we had sex three times that night and showered together. we went for a random walk at 4am together as he felt like he was coming down off of M.

we agreed that the sex was too good not to do it again, and that we are both not relationship people.

perfect, I thought, this should be easy.

of course I was wrong. but we’ll get to that.

the next time we saw each other was a few nights later for another friend-group outing. I saw him and gave him a hug, even though things felt sliiightly awkward. at the show, we barely hung out, but when we did, there was the presence of a wordless agreement that tonight we’d definitely do it again. at one point a guy I’d slept with months before (we’ll call him hyena..that’s a good story) was following me around, but I was over it, so I went over to chimp, and said “can you do something about this?”

so he pinned me to the wall and kissed me. hyena left. I said thank you, and kept dancing with all of our friends.

at the end of the night we stood outside, and teddy went “chimp, come on man, let’s cab home?”

chimp made up an excuse that he was waiting for their other roommate. I was standing next to him… so it looked a little obvious. but we knew we should be stealth. we decided we would actually wait for his roomie.

but then, as we were waiting for him, he looked at my face, and I smirked, I was so excited we were going to sleep together again….”okay, we’re leaving. right now.”

we cabbed home and flirted intensely to the point that I knew the cab driver absolutely hated us. “so, race when we get back for who can undress the fastest?” he was saying to me, and I told him I’d probably win.

when we got outside his house, he’s like “okay, so now we’re climbing through my window and sneaking in, think you can fit through there?” he pointed as his window.

“UM, yes! I live to climb shit.” I exclaimed. (What? I love climbing stuff. I’m a kid at heart.)

“ruby, I was kidding.” he said, “I’m going to go through the back door, check if the coast is clear, then come back and get you.”

as soon as he went around the corner, I legit climbed on the wall, squeezed through the window onto his bed (practically cave myself a concussion by hitting my head during), and started undressing as fast as I could. I took off my high waisted skirt, ripped off my crop top that had been tucked into it, stripped off my underwear and unbuttoned my corsette bra. then I extended my body out on the bed and waited.

he came in, turned on the light, saw me, and almost jumped back. “holy shit, you’re…”

“I win.” I shrugged.

“wow. okay. you’re naked. that’s…awesome.”

and he came and wrapped me up in those amazing arms and we started making out. we had sex four times that night. we’d lay there, exhausted once we were done. and then we’d talk for a bit…and sure enough, we were ready to go again. the second time he actually lifted me up, so we were fucking with him standing up and my legs wrapped around him. I couldn’t believe how strong and sexy he was in that moment. the fourth time, we heard someone walking around downstairs.

“is someone there?” I asked,

“naw, naw it’s fine.” he said, “but maybe..maybe you could be a bit quieter.”

“I’ll tryy.” I couldn’t contain myself. it was just so good. he knew it, too. as much as he didn’t want to disturb his roommates, he would go from behind and thrust in, noticing the gasps I couldn’t help but let out and he’d go harder… I could tell he was loving it. I got louder and louder, but it was still quieter than I could have been, that’s for sure.

in the morning, after a couple hours of sleep, his door opened and I slid under the blanket to hide.

I heard the voice of one of his five roommates.

“hey man I, ohh—-” insert pause here for the person to notice that I was there, a lump in the blanket; I couldn’t recognize the voice yet.

“hey,” chimp replied, and I could hear his sheepish smile in his voice.

“you uhhh.. you goin to school?”

“doesn’t look like it man,” chimp laughed.

“alright well uh. keep on truckin’ bro,” and his roomie left. turns out it was one of his roommates that I am also quite close with. two minutes later, the door swung open again. I hid, but my toe was sticking out this time.

I heard teddy’s voice,

“hey…oh shit, do you.. have a girl in here?”

“no man,” chimp answered, “it’s uh, just me.”

MY. TOE. WAS. STICKING. OUT.

I can hear teddy SIT THE FUCK DOWN and proceed to make conversation with him about school, his classes, how his night was. is this real life? I was laughing to myself under the blanket almost blatantly. I knew teddy was just trying to figure out if it was me again or not. he finally left the room and I emerged into fresh air at last.

“I wanted to give you head, so what am I supposed to do now?” I asked chimp, “are they just gonna walk in one by one now, the other three of them?”

“yep, probably.”

“well then, what am I supposed to do?”

“give em a show.” he joked. I started giving him head, which turned into amazing morning sex.

he kissed me goodbye and I went home to spill to Amber about how amazing it was.

this is going to be fucking great, I thought to myself, we can just sleep together with no strings attached and keep having fun. nothing can go wrong here.

was I ever in for a ride.

( to be continued.)

regards,

ruby.

by the title, I bet what is to be expected is an entry about some crazy, wild, raging sexual experiences, filled with random equipment and in-depth descriptions of every dirrrty detail.

but this is a little bit different.

it’s about a date.

yeah, that’s new to me.

as aforementioned, I am not a relationship person. I truly mean this. it’s not “grrrl omg i dun need a mannn, now lemma go drank alone in the bathroom and cry omg HASHTAG: FOREVER ALONE~” …. no. I value my independence, and have experienced a long term relationship and many variations of other forms of informal relationships, and I just can’t do it at this point in my life. I don’t get attached, and I’m sober and realistic about love (do I scream child-of-divorce? because I am one). I’m 20. I’m young. right now, like drake, I’m doin’ me. figuratively speaking of course. that’s the way I’ve always thought.

but then, I have this guy friend. let’s call him sugar glider. sugar glider and I have been friends for a couple of years, and an old friend of his from high school joined university late and moved in with him. I met said friend of sugar glider’s this august, briefly; let’s call him panda bear. I didn’t think too much of him at first.

then, so far in this academic year, panda bear and I have had increasing sexual tension. I don’t think it’s ever been so blatant with a person in my life. we will be sober, standing in a hallway on campus after having just bumped into each other.. and it’s this force. intense, locked eye contact. it’s how we invade each other’s space. it’s just undeniable in every sense.

and this year, we’d go out with our friends and we could never really keep our hands off of each other— and yet we wouldn’t hook up. as much as I couldn’t deny my attraction to him, I was mostly content with my situation with my (somewhat on-and-off) friends-with-benefits — who we shall refer to as chimp. am I confusing you yet with all the names? :/ more on chimp later — that’s a collection of stories leading up to a much wilder conclusion than this one.

anyway, I never slept with panda bear, even though we came soclose and made out once on the dance floor before I ran away drunkenly. somewhere along the way, this funny thing happened; we got to know each other. if we are going to hook up at this point, I told myself, I just have this feeling it’s going to be in a more serious situation.

and sure enough, last weekend Amber and myself threw a party — and panda bear asked me on a date.

so, I did something very unlike me last night, and went on said date. a DATE. me. I don’t even know.

and it was easy. it was nice. it was fun. he behaved like a gentleman if I ever knew one. and we talked, and talked and talked and talked. one thing about me, I just about never shut up. but I love getting other people to talk, especially about what makes them tick, what their dreams are, what they’re into, how they see the world, etc. so, someone as talkative and curious as panda bear is a good “match” for me, conversationally.

in the middle of our date, our lovely monthly-friend paid me a visit. I think you get what I’m saying.

but panda bear is so sexy. he’s sexy because of everything that he is, but also, I mean, the guy is VERY easy-on-the-eyes. and muscular. and rugged handsome. okay, stop me, I’m gonna float off into fantasyland in my mind.

I wanted to see his and sugar glider’s place after all the drinking and talking for hours then walking around downtown (he gave me his jacket and made sure to walk on the outside of me at all time - wtf chivalry EXISTS?). when we got to the door of his apartment, he stopped me, leaned in, and I rested against the wall. he’s a good kisser. knows what he’s doing.

we got inside, watched some youtube videos of kittens and then started making out. (sugar glider had just gone to bed, so we didn’t get to say hi)

ruby, remember..your monthly fucking “gift,” don’t be stupid here… I had to tell myself, don’t let this go too far and then have to stop and say — but okay, teeennn more minutes.

we moved to his bedroom. ruby, what are you doing? hands gliding over each other’s bodies, lips locking and smiling and laughing in between. everything felt natural, easy. but ruby, remember… SHUT UP BRAIN!!

“okay,” I stopped, as I was straddling him, still fully clothed. I started pulling his pants down, “only doing things to you. you’re not doing anything to me.”

“you…have your period, don’t you?” he asked,

“yep.”

“you don’t need to, I mean we can just go to bed if you want, keep talking or whatever, I’m good with anything.”

pfft as if I’m gonna let a guy as nice as this off that easy.

I took him into my mouth. he is a nice size; I was pleased. and after licking everywhere, I took him all the way in. I could feel it pushing deep within my throat, as deep as I could make it, over and over again. he was pleasantly surprised and vocalized his opinion on my ..abilities. he tried to touch me more, but I kept reminding him.

“over the panties,” he said, as he began stroking my clit over my lacy thong. now, usually this is kind of pointless. I’m pretty weird: I usually only get off on penetration. but somehow, he did it for me. my feet went numb.

I made him cum and swallowed it back, making sure to get every bit in my mouth. and there we were, relaxed and laying together, ready for sweet slumber.

in the morning we kissed a lot, he made me breakfast, we hung out with sugar glider in their living room and they played guitar for me (swoonsville). the only thing that weirds me out is their friendship; they’re a little too close. I know that panda bear is very sexually open, and I have been subjected to an odd love-triangle before where the two guys were hooking up and I didn’t know. so I’ll keep that in mind. maybe I’m paranoid, but maybe I’m on to something.

panda bear drove me home and walked me to the door step. “do this again sometime?” he said, and I nodded, and we kissed, which turned into a lot more kissing, until he finally drove off.

I know that this thing with panda bear could actually turn into something “real.”

but I know myself, and I know that I’m such a commitment-phobe, and am so used to being on my own and being so free, that I could really mess this up. and there’s still a lingering situation with my former friends-with-benefits chimp — and uh, one of his friends. but we’ll get to that. hope you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing it.

regards,

ruby.

Hi I’m Amber. I consider myself a intelligent and well rounded individual. I’m rather introvert, and never enjoyed that great of a social life… until university. It was here that I met Ruby. At first meeting we couldn’t have been more opposite: she was the outgoing, charismatic social butterfly who cruised through high school, and me the shy, uptight homebody that detested every minute of it. However, when we got to talking we realized we had a whole lot in common which inevitably led to a blossoming friendship. 

Besides our love of books, politics, sushi, animals, writing, wine, online shopping, astrology, jogging, travel and embarrassing camera self-takes… we both love sex. 

Who doesn’t love sex though right? Thing about us is, we talk about it openly, honestly and completely uncensored. While others might cringe at our graphic oral-giving stories… we listen, relate and commend one another. We just get it. We get that sex is an important aspect of human nature, and we have no problem expressing this. 

Read our sex revelations with caution, and a few grains of salt. We are strong and very real women conveying real stories without shame. 

No we are not sluts, we are just two university students who are confident enough in our own skins to talk about the adventures and mis-adventures of our wild, erotic and fulfilling sex lives.

warning: procede this blog with caution

when I met Amber on campus at our university, we connected right away. alike in many ways, we both have similar views about many things in life — including sex. with each other, we are both very candid, very open, and very uncensored. we have had close friends overhear our conversations and get uncomfortable or freaked out. we don’t feel ashamed that we enjoy sex. women are allowed to enjoy all the pleasures of the erotic world, and we embrace it. I would never refer to Amber or myself as a “slut.” that’s an ugly and hateful word, and doesn’t belong to strong women with (mostly) good intentions. we are real girls with real thoughts, real feelings, real beliefs, and — sometimes to our frustration — real, ragin’ hormones. 

as for my so-called “love” life, I’m not a relationship person at all; I enjoy my freedom and independence way too much. my longest relationship was completely unenjoyable emotionally; the sex was the only thing that dragged me back every time, unfortunately. more on that later. for now, let’s call him vulture for now. if you remember for later, good. if not, don’t worry, I will remind you.

things that I will not need to remind you of eventually are my sexual tendencies. you will find that Amber shares many of the traits and tendencies I’m about to associate with myself: I can be sadistic, I am open to trying pretty much anything if it feels right, I do happen to enjoy giving oral a lot, and I definitely get some random girl crushes — but I haven’t really acted on them.

this blog is going to be uncensored and brutally honest. I’m always writing all over everything, all the time. I am an incessant journal-er; my thoughts leak out all over my notes in class, seep out through the notepad function in my phone, or get poured out into my actual, jam-packed journal. I know that this blog will receive judgment, but it’s nice for me to have my writing read at all, even if it is only specific to this kind of content. and I think it will be a fun outlet. I am naturally curious about all the wonders of the world, so for anyone else who likes a some “TMI” infused blogging, keep reading! 

xoxo gossip girl.

just kidding.

regards,

ruby.