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My Favorite Bang

... girl I had met. Then we became Facebook friends when she caught me browsing the site and asked me to type my full name into her phone. When she walked away, I immediately accepted the friend request and jumped to her profile. I glanced over her pictures, checked out her status updates, all in an effort to convince myself that I wasn’t stalking and didn’t care about her answer to one particular question in her “about me” section. Relationship status: In an open relationship. Open relationship… I had to think about this for a while. --- “You’re way overthinking this, mate,” Mark practically yelled at me. I shook my head. “Why would I expect you to say anything different?” He slammed his beer on the table and leaned in, giving me the crazy eyes. “Fucker! You come to me for advice? I’m gonna give you the truth.” We were talking my situation with “the PC bang girl” over in our favorite pub. Of course, he suggested I should assume any girl is single until she tells me otherwise, and that Facebook relationship statuses mean nothing. “Hey, maybe she even meant to say, ‘Open to having a relationship? Huh? I mean, if her English isn’t that good.” I gave him a deadpan look. “She uses the website in Korean, I’m sure.” “You don’t know! Maybe she uses it in English to learn. Either way, open relationship means what it means, mate. It’s open. She’s dating a main guy, but she can see other guys if she wants. He can see other women if he wants. They are all about having fun while being ...

... young. This is perfect for you. This is what you need to learn how to do. She can teach you!” “I just—” I put my hands on my head. “This is too strange for me. I just want to date a girl, and maybe we could teach each other a different language. I don’t want to get into anything complicated.” “Maybe I could help you out. Bring my by this place where you talk to her, and I’ll ask her out.” “What? No!” “Ha ha!” he took a gulp of his beer. “Oh, I know. You should ask her out on a date, and if she says yes, ask her if the boyfriend wants to watch.” “Watch the date happen?” “No…you know what I mean.” “What? Really?” “Some guys are into that stuff, Tim. Look, I’ll tell you a little story. A couple of years ago, back in London. I was a bull for the couple two doors down from me. You know what that is?” “No.” He started making exaggerated motions while talking. “Means I would get in there, and we’d have a couple of drinks together—all three of us. And then, the wife would make her man sit in a chair, and she’d give him a little strip tease. Then she would blow me, right there in front of him. And after that, I would fuck her for half an hour, while he watched.” “What the hell? She would make him watch that?” “It’s a fetish, mate. The guy’s just as into it as the girl.” “I don’t think I could ever do something like that.” “Well, her man would also send her over to my place by herself—sometimes as the warm up, sometimes to finish her off. It depended on their mood. Guys get off on the idea ...