Georgie's Road - Sex Stories

Georgie's Road

... and I have to figure it out.'

'So you think maybe we should... break up,' I said. Georgie closed her eyes and a single tear rolled down her cheek. Then she opened them again.

'I think maybe we should. I'm so sorry.'

I took her hands.

'I think you should do whatever you have to do to be happy,' I said. 'I still want to be your friend, if you want me as that.'

'Oh god, I'm so glad you said that,' she said, and put her arms around my neck and hugged me. We lay there, for a while, weeping a little.

'I'm so fucked up,' Georgie sobbed into my shoulder.

'You'll figure it out,' I said. 'I'll be there if you want to talk.'

'Thank you,' she whispered.

We parted, and I put my boxers back on. Now that we had broken up, there was no point in being naked.

We slept that night, and parted the next day. Was I as upset as fuck?

What do you think?

***

Over the next few weeks, I watched with mixed feelings as Georgie set about finding a girlfriend.

On the one hand, I was glad that she seemed to be on the right track towards happiness. And we did remain friends, and saw plenty of each other.

On the other hand, I missed her. Badly. I missed her company, most of all, but I also sleeping with her, and waking up next to her, and her lithe body on mine, doing things to me. I missed that I had never managed to make her have an orgasm, and I was depressed that it would be someone else who did that.

Being a bi guy who isn't totally terrible-looking, I ...

... didn't have much trouble finding partners for casual sex. But I got bored of the guys who just wanted to fuck another guy, not share a life with him, and I had to admit that I wasn't sure I wanted to be in a steady relationship with a guy anyway.

And most of the guys I had a thing with couldn't make me cum, either. It was a brief but steady succession of either gay guys, or clumsy bi-curious guys who wanted to try fucking another guy up his ass. Quite a few of the latter met me online and never met in real life, but described in great deal what they wanted to do to me (probably jerking off the entire time) and then never arranged to meet.

When Georgie did finally get together with another girl, it was doubly dispiriting, because she was a friend of mine: Louise, a plump and cheerful lesbian I'd known since school. I should have been happy for both of them, but I was only able to be through a great effort of will. Now they were both with each other, so I saw even less of both.

Georgie and Louise were an item. They seemed very happy.

Then, after six months (again!), something happened.

***

It was Louise who called me, oddly enough.

She sounded upset and I suggested we meet for a drink. That evening, I waited in the pub for her and she came in. Her eyes were red.

'Georgie's broken up with me,' she said.

I was less than prepared for this. Louise was a sweetheart, and she was also experienced enough to be confident about her sexuality. I was sure that if ...