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Several years ago, I was in the U.S. for a convention put on by the large international corporation I work for. On my last evening there, I was standing outside the dinner venue talking with one of my male colleagues who happens to be gay. Suddenly, he was transfixed by a gorgeous woman walking across the way.
“Wow! She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I want to go talk to her,” he said.
He was right. She was stunning, with jet-black hair and fair skin accented by a green evening gown.
Although I thought it strange, he left me and headed right to her.
After a minute or so, I joined them.
I didn’t quite get the gist of their conversation, so I just went in for the kill. “You know, before he came to speak with you, my friend I and I were discussing how beautiful you are,” I said.
She looked at me without flinching and said, “That’s funny I’ve been thinking the same thing about you for the past two days.”
Her name was Mandy, and she spoke with a Southern drawl. She was from New Orleans and played drums in a punk band.
After dinner we found each other and she bought me a glass of wine at the bar. “Didn’t you notice me admiring you?” she asked. “I’ve been sitting behind you at every meeting, two rows behind you, watching you fidgeting in your chair. I told my friend that I really liked you, and she said you were definitely my type.”
Of course, I asked her if she wanted to come up and listen to some music in my room. She asked about my roommate, but I told her not to worry, that he was out with the boys having a good time.
On the way up in the elevator, she looked at me and asked, “Can I ask you a question?”
I nodded.
“Can I kiss you?”
Fortunately, my roommate wasn’t in. She kept whispering, “I wanted you, and I thought you were so cute. I told my friend I wanted to kiss that cute boy with the tattoos and the baseball cap. You’re such a cute boy!”
She started ripping off my suit. When she had my pants down around my knees, she asked what would happen if my roommate walked in.
Just then, the door clicked.
My roommate. After a brief exchange, Mandy suggested we go to her room. When I asked about her roommate, she said, “Don’t worry, she’s passed out.”
When we got to her room, her roommate was indeed asleep, naked, on her bed. I quietly went to Mandy’s bed and she climbed in with me. She started dry humping me and kept repeating that she wanted to have me inside of her, that I felt good against her. Then she pulled off my pants and went down on me. “Mmm, feel that vein? I want to taste it in my mouth,” she said as she grabbed it and tasted it. She took more of me in her mouth. She jerked me off with my head in her mouth, as if she wanted to taste me fully.
All of a sudden, her friend moved. The craziest thoughts went through my head.
“My god, if she wakes up and finds a naked man in her room while she’s naked and passed out, I’m going to get in some real shit here!”
I couldn’t finish what I’d started, even though the roommate didn’t wake up after all.
Mandy wanted to continue, at least to kiss and cuddle. “I promise I’ll come and visit you in Toronto,” she said, trying to persuade me to stay the night. But alarm bells were ringing. Feeling out of place, I left.
The next day, amid the sea of thousands of people, I searched for Mandy, thinking we could at least write to each other. She pretended I didn’t exist. All that talk about how great I was and how she wanted to continue to see me, hundreds of miles apart, and now, because I wouldn’t sleep in her room, she wouldn’t have anything to do with me.
The talk was that I’d got lucky (I guess my roommate didn’t keep it hush-hush), but I felt better knowing that while I didn’t get “lucky” per se, I played it safe and kept my job.
