K. part Deux

At this point it was my sophmore year. I could drive and K. and I were still playing our little game. Actually when I turned 16 I woke up to find K sitting out front at 6am with my mom. I asked what on earth he was doing there and he turned around and kissed me and said that he wanted to tell me happy birthday before anyone else did. I went out there with all my friends for Halloween a few nights later and he grabbed me and ran away with me down the street. He just wanted to be with me in the dark for a while. We then went inside and just laid there and cuddled and truth be told we forgot my friends were even there. Close to this time our friend P died. K kind of freaked out a little (read majorly super duper a lot way bad holy shit did he freak out). He started dating R's older sister M. I said "cool I'll go away". I had my own boyfriends on the side this whole time anyway. One of my favorite stories about that was the time K was over at my house in my bed with this shirt off watching TV with me. My mom had just left and she wouldn't quit calling the house. I didn't feel like answering so I kept ignoring it. Finally the third time she called I answered and she screamed, SHANNON YOUR BOYFRIEND IS A FUCKING BLOCK AWAY YOU NEED TO GET K OUT NOW!!!!!! Ding dong. Oops!

I walk to the door and my boyfriend goes storming into the house to find K still laying there not giving a fuck on my bed. He was mad. He took off and I was like okay see ya. Stayed at home and hung with K. Later that day I found my boyfriend, batted my eyes and the dumbshit was stupid enough to believe nothing happened and I was being a totally great girlfriend.

December came and my company Christmas party came. K wanted to go with me. I walked out of school the day before to find M parked behind my truck. She informed me that her boyfriend had permission to go, but only because he promised me before they were dating, and that nothing better happen. Oh okay, she was about as retarded and blind as my own boyfriend.

We went to my party, got trashed and fucked all night. Good job keeping an eye on your boyfriend M!

This shit with K and I kept going on for the next three years. He went to all my company parties, he was always at my house, my work, you name it he was there. His girlfriend knew but she loved him so much she didn't want to lose him so she kind of ignored most of it.

Junior year I had started dating this guy J. Although I thought I loved J I knew that it wasn't right. So, I slept with K. We tried to get caught and did. J was stupid and forgave me. I kept right on sleeping with K. In fact one day J (after the first cheat) was coming to the lake to see me. He stopped off and picked up K and they both came. I thought J must have had a mental defect at this point. They stayed there for a few hours, I played the good girlfriend and then they left. An hour later K came back and we fucked in the lake, waiting to get caught. Somehow we didn't.

Eventually J broke up with me, and while I was pretending to be devastated I was driving to K's and curling up with him in bed at night. I spent Thanksgiving at K's one year and damn if that wasn't crazy. This crazy bitch M who was Ps ex apparently decided she had some sort of stake over K, she got all coked up with her friend A one night and parked outside his window watching us screw all night after Thanksgiving one year. When I left she actually followed me halfway home trying to ram me off the road.

The years kept up like this. Every single guy I dated I was never faithful to. K was always there. In fact there should have been a disclaimer...if your dating me please know I'm going to be fucking K too. One of my favorite memories was this time I ditched class to go get some and when I was trying to get dressed we couldn't find my underwear, it seems his dog had snuck in and stolen them and was chewing on them. I had to go back to school pantyless. I still have those undies, these little tie dye blue thongs. I used to ditch class all the time and just go be with K. It was so fun. He taught me how to drive stick the second time around in his brothers bronco, then we had sex in it (sorry little k) in fact, we had sex in M's bronco too (Not sorry M).

There were so many times he asked me what I wanted. He would ask me if he should break up with M and I always said no. There was no reason to change what we had. We loved it. It worked. When we needed comfort it was there and that was it. One night I remember him taking me to Gardnerville for dinner at a Basque place because I'm Basque. On the way home he took the long way and pulled over on the side of the road and said to me, I want you to remember this spot, this moment in time, this minute, I want you to know I love you. I said I knew, and that was that. He has told me a few more times over the years he loved me, and I always reply, I love you too, but we are what we are.

There were times that M would call me and beg me to stop ,and I would say I would but I never could. When things with him and M would go bad he would come to me. In fact when ever things went bad with any of his girls he came to me. I know all of his secrets. I know what every girl has done to him after they broke up or he cheated. I know about the girls busting in his door and beating him up while he was sleeping or calling him horrible things, or busting in and sitting on his floor crying. Each time he would leave and come to me. There was one time after E, when K and M had a big fight and he came to me. He knew I was broken at this time so he wasn't expecting sex or anything like that. Instead he came over, we went to the store, made dinner and spent the rest of the night spooning. He cried to me about missing M and eventually passed out. He spent about three days at my house before I convinced him to go work it out.

The strange thing about us, is at one point I flat out told him the sex was done. I didn't want to do it anymore. We weren't careful enough and honestly I never wanted to get into a situation where he had to be the father of my baby. Surprisingly enough he totally understood. We remained friends. He was still always there for me at the drop of a hat, he still always called and cared and we still had a great friendship. It's been nearly 7 years since we had sex and we are still friends. He still calls me at work once in a while to check in or calls my mom. In fact now we email and talk that way. It is strange to go from such a sexual screwing like bunnies relationship to just being friends.

I'm so glad though I had K in my life. It is nice that I had that experience, that time where I was with someone who gave me what I needed and never wanted anything in return. I'm glad I can look back and say I was with the most irresistible guy. I can say he loved me. I can say we are still friends too.

Edited to add: S just wrote and said she couldn't believe that we had sex in M's truck. For the record we had sex in hers, his, his brothers, all of mine and then some. We had sex at my high school my elementary school at Washoe lake, in Washoe lake, In Reno, in Sparks, my house, his house and probably your house. We had sex most days no less than three times a day. Sometimes three times in a row, sometime times once early in the day on my lunch break, once after school and once at night. We had sex outside at night, inside, and everywhere else. It is safe to say, if your wondering if we did it there we did, if we did it then, we did...sorry, to be graphic but to avoid your questions, lets just assume that yes, K and I did that, there and then and boy was it fun!