Everyone has one of those friends that you have known long enough that you can’t just write them off, yet they make your skin crawl with loathing. Mine is Jake. We grew up together. He was my neighbor through most of my schooling. We used to do everything together. We took swim lessons together at the “y.” We made fun of Stephi Taylor so much that she developed an eating disorder in high school. And anything adventurous we have ever wanted to try, sexually, we have done with each other. I was his first rim job; he was my first experiment with dildos during sex. We’ve gone through every lube on the market. We have had a lot of fun and nasty times.
I’m not sure how it happened, but one day he woke up a self-righteous asshole. Needless to say, we stopped having good times with each other.
But I haven’t been able to shake him in good conscience. I’ve known him too long to do that. So about once every month or so we get together and catch up. It usually ends up with too much to drink, a shouting match, and an expensive cab ride home.
I decided to change it up a little. I had him come over to my apartment to make sushi and drink sake.
We had far more sake than sushi and as per usual, we got in an argument. I don’t remember what it was about, but I was so angry that I slapped him. Before I could ponder what I had just done, I felt his hand slap against my face. As a reflex, I shoved him. He, in turn, shoved me against the wall and pressed hard against me. He kissed me so hard. It was amazing. I think my lips have been rubbed clean off. It was so violent. He ripped a handful of hair right out of my head. This morning I had a hand print on my ass and there are bruises all over my legs. At the end of the evening we realized one thing we’d never done in high school. We never tried tying him up.
I’m almost excited about what we’ll do next month.