She Is Your Sweetheart

“Shogo, as I told you, Jessica is my girlfriend now. I’m not in love with her, but I’m enjoying spending the quality of time with her.”

“But you said she is very young, so you didn’t want to have a relationship with her. You just wanted to fuck her, but didn’t want to be her boyfriend. So, what happened?”

“Yes, my initial motive was just fucking her. So, I tried to have sex with her three times in a row. We kissed and touched each other; actually, we did everything aside from doing the real thing, you know what I’m talking about, of course. Whenever I tried to penetrate her private spot, she started guarding it as if it were precious jewel and hurled stupid words at me, such as we are not boyfriend and girlfriend yet; she wants to be my girlfriend, if I really love her, and so on and so forth and such a womanish crap. One day I became so hot and couldn’t control my stallion. Thus, I said ‘Yes’ to her aloud. I said I want to be her boyfriend. I even went further to say de facto I always wanted to be her boyfriend, but I was afraid to ask her because I was not sure that she feels the same way as I do.”

Here I could not refrain from bursting out laughing because he told me about all this crap with a solemn face. And I emitted, “You, lecherous bastard! You’re just a mad as a hatter, ha-ha-ha.”

He lit a cigarette and puffed in the air. And he carried on, “Of course, you have to understand me, Shogo. I was so hot and lewd. I simply couldn’t control my lust and only focused on my goal: penetrate her vagina with my wild stallion. Anyway, it’s turned out very well. I’m beginning to like her. But I think our relationship isn’t going to be beyond a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship because I have no intention of marrying her. As I told you before, I’m not in love with her, but I just want to enjoy having a good lay occasionally and spend a nice time together – that’s all, my friend. I always take precautions before having sex with her, because I don’t need such shit, namely, ‘I am pregnant.’ I don’t accept such crap, because I am still twenty-six years old, and I’m still looking for the right person. Obviously, she is not the one.”

“How about Andrea?” I inquired, “you are supposedly madly in love with her. You told me she broke up with her boyfriend after the New Year. Besides, you told me that you had an earnest conversation with her and asked my help. So what happened?”

“Are you talking about the slut?” he shouted emotionally.

His vehement tone took my breath away. And I exclaimed, “Idiot, why are you calling her slut? She is your sweetheart. And I think she is a reasonable person.”