Camilla
She was a weird one. Early 1990's.
I had met her while out partying, bumped into a bunch of people where I briefly knew one guy, talked to them for a while and then broke off to go to some pub. I hadn't taken any notice of any other than my acquaintance but talked and joked with everyone there.
Apparently I made impressions with one of the girls in the crowd, she called a few days later, I have no idea how she got hold of my number or even where to look or ask. She was quite friendly and we started talking a lot, like most evenings. She asked me if I'd like to come over to hang out, I though that it would be all innocent and plain, I agreed.
Turned out she was living at her moms place and also brought a friend as a chaperone, we had some food and watched a movie, not like a date, just hanging out. Then she sent her friend home and her mom had went to bed early, she started to make advances like asking me how I would react to things .. we were cuddled up on a couch and started to kiss, fumbling, laughing and talking. Somehow she had unzipped my pants and were in full swing of giving me a blow job before I caught on .. and escalated to straddling me, riding me. I did not expect that. At all.
Some time later I got home and went to bed, fell asleep and didn't really think about it.
She called me about a week later and asked if she could come over to my place, I said she could come a bit later.
We spent the evening having dinner and watched a movie, she would again make advances and I told her to slow down, no hurries. Talked and cuddled, she went home to her place really late.
Same pattern repeated during the following weeks, no sex, just discussions and cuddle, learning to know each other well.
Then one evening, just like any other she called and asked if she could come over, sure .. she skipped dinner and almost wrestled me to the bed, where she pretty much fucked me over hard and furiously .. as she reached her climax, shook and moaned and I followed a few seconds later, we were both sweaty and out of breath, rolled over onto our backs and cuddled. I thought that she had built up some sexual frustration and kind of exploded, not pretty but I might get an explanation later .. She was quiet for a while and as she was running her fingers through my hair, she started saying ..
- "I'm engaged and have been so for the last six months, I'm about to get married in another six months. My fiance and soon to-be husband is super-boring and have as much personality as an ironing board but I love him, I really wanted to fuck you that first time I saw you, before I get married, just to know how it was."
- "You're engaged .. with ring and all? Why didn't you say anything, something, we have been seeing each other for a couple of weeks .. and you are just now telling me?!"
- "I'm a ashamed and wanted you to know the truth, this is and has to be the last time we see each other."
- "I don't know what to say .. "
She got dressed and left. Left me with lots of thoughts, I could see us together if given more time, to work on a relationship in a world where she wasn't engaged and about to get married. I don't know where it would have ended up but we would have tried at least.
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Much later, many years later, she still had her maiden-name and I'm pretty sure she did not marry that guy .. for one reason or the other, or she maybe lied and made up the whole story. Doesn't matter to me as it ended right there and then.
I try to learn things from situations and outcomes, this particular situation taught me to stipulate relationship standards early on, "if either one of us would cheat on the other, this relationship is over, cheating is not acceptable.". Not in any direction.