I'm David a 30 is something 6' 4" technical manager for a consulting company. I have a wife of 3 years that is not entirely disinterested in me but we have an amiable relationship predecated on the understanding that strict monogamy is likely unrealistic for a modern metropolitan couple where both halves of the pair travel for work significantly. But more pertinent to our story Beth has a singular aversion to children. I've never been interested in raising a child but fathering one has always been a late night desire. Watching another man raise a son not-of-him even more so. Which brings me to you, Brianna.
Brianna and I have been friends since we were in primary School. We grew up together and weathered the trials of a southern Protestant upbringing reasonably well.
Highschool was difficult for both of us, neither being exceptionally popular nor outgoing at first.
We drifted apart as time went on and I got recruited by various sports teams and started running with a different crowd. Girlfriends and boyfriends came and went for both of us but we finally rediscovered each other a few weeks after graduation, much to the chagrin of the half dozen partygoers who walked in on our shameless couplings. We both greatly enjoyed those few months before I left for school 800 miles away.
But it was only a few months and soon enough I was gone, missing our long nights parked in empty lots and awkwardly crammed in closets fucking with the helpless abandon that only an 18 year old can accomplish.
Years pass and our lives diverge even further. We each have several abortive attempts at relationships but finally we both find one that sticks. These relationships do little to temper our attraction and despite loving in different cities we still manage to meet regularly while I'm traveling through the area on business. The first of these trips leaves us both with the fond memory of the hotel front desk calling my room and sheepishly ask" is everything ok? We've had several complaints about screams coming from your room?". We both agreed that this was wrong and it couldn't happen again.
Over the next few years our respective relationships grow yet at the same time my quarterly visits to our hometown are punctuated by awkward dinners followed by my tentative but escalating advances in cars, hotel rooms, and even a clothing store changing room. Each time you initially rebuff my amorous attentions, "no we can't do that again. Ron's good to me." But you're conspicuously don't say anything about whether you don't want it. Most times a passionate kiss and gentle but firm direction of your head to my lap is all you need. Sometimes you were more resolute but then again you were always partial to rough sex.
I had mixed feelings seeing the wedding invitation with Ron and your smiling faces beaming out from the refrigerator magnet. My biggest regret was the knowledge that Ron, a deeply religious man had always pushed for large families started early. Discrete, explicit texts between us confirm that he's been going on for ages about how much he wants her to have their first child as soon as possible after their marriage. You are less interested in this, mostly because you love him in a way (because he's an adequate provider, great even for a small southern town, and he's likely to be a great dad but he's short, dim witted, and incredibly boring) but aren't enthused with having his children.
I immediately suggest we have dinner on my next trip through town. I'll pick you up at 7?
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