I met this guy D and his friend E and we hung out.
They both 22 and fresh out of the army and working at a kibbutz for 6 months. I really hit it off with them, really nice guys.
From the start it was clear that D and I were interested in each other and we really connected and I landed up spending the night. He was so sweet, saying how it felt so good to be wanted, how he isn’t usually the guy that gets the girl – which I found strange because he is gorgeous and super sweet. We made love and it was really amazing, innocent and sweet and there were times when he said ‘this is new’ which was sweet. When we woke up in the morning it was as if he completely warmed up to me and felt comfortable and he came out of his shell and took control and it was hot and rough and great.
He went to work in the morning, I slept late and when I woke up I hung out with E. We chatted and we really connected and we flirted. He kept touching my leg, I purposely lay on my stomach when we were laying outside chatting so that he could look at the curves of my back and he lay his head on my calves and then my thighs. ‘Are you movin up and next thing you’ll be lying on my bum?’ I asked. And he said that was his plan. He picked me up and carried me to his room and we had sex and half way through it – I just stopped him and said I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t make love to his best friend and hours later with him right next door.
I left. He walked me out and we hugged and kissed.
On a different day I would have loved to be with him. He made me feel vulnerable. But on the same day as his best friend. I couldn’t do it.