Touched & Fucked but Not Loved Ch. 01

If a guy can exchange underwear, he can move mountains by just batting an eyelid.

So shifting for more money wasn't the reason I would concede my dreams to.

So I took matters in my own hand and influenced Rachel to realize just how important he is for her professionally.

I pitched how great he was at his work and convinced her to talk to her boss to match the offer.

Turned out that she didn't need much convincing for she was wanting the same thing but was unsure if she was being selfish.

I gladly told her otherwise and pushed her right over the edge.

Universe still wanted us to be together, for PP took back his resignation a few days later, quite richer than before, and continued to keep fueling my fantasies.

June 2018

This time Rachel took me to a cabin and decided to drop her own bomb.

I just can't catch a break, can I? Phew!!

I tried to talk her into staying back but she was getting a great opportunity to lead the Human Resource at a good brand.

This seemed like a genuinely honest reason to concede defeat to, so I fought a little but gave into her plan.

Soon her last day was upon us and we decided to have an intimate farewell party with just us 3 and another friend of ours.

We bid our farewell and drank our sorrows and then she said her goodbyes and walked out.

Soon after, the friend also departed for he was on curfew time at home.

Even I was on Cinderella time myself and my wife was waiting for me but I was with PP alone in a setting other than office after such a long time that I couldn't help but push my luck to spend some quality time with him.

He was drunk and I was not since it was mid-week. He then started to open up to me about his past - how he has genuinely loved twice in his life and how he got screwed both times.

He recently found out that his girlfriend of past 6 years was cheating on him so he called it quits with her.

Honestly, I had sensed that he felt stuck in that relationship for a long time and wanted out but couldn't find a good enough excuse until then.

As I would learn later, he was also cheating on her with a few fuck buddies so it's wasn't technically that lethal an issue if you ask me. But that's a debate for another day.

Anyways, while I felt terrible for him for having gone through so much pain, he quickly made me want to strangle him cause he then beamed up and said that since his breakup he has basically become a man-slut.

He has fucked so many girls and was making up for lost time.

He shamelessly said, "AJ I have so many pussies wanting me that I can literally touch and fuck."

He did a mock gesture in the air with his finger of touching something and kept saying, "and fuck."

Disgusted, I just shot a mock disgusted look at him and he burst out in laughter.

He kept repeating that phrase through the remainder of the night and kept getting the same reaction from me and kept laughing his ass off.

I was happy for him but I was extremely pissed.

All these sluts were getting to have him and I was here in the friend-zone for life.

How I so wanted to be Touched and Fucked!

He was oblivious to the torture he was putting me through.

After that night, I started paying close attention to him. I knew he would fuck someone new every weekend and would keep many a girls in office on the hook.

I felt all the more pathetic cursing myself to fall so hard for such a Casanova.

February 2019

Life was good. I was promoted to manage a key project office so work kept me busy.

My wife also delivered a beautiful baby girl so any free time I had before thinking about PP was getting devoted to my new little angel.

Unknown to anyone, I had decided to name my angel Pearl, keeping her first two alphabets same as Pedro.

I know its silly, but this was my way of ensuring he stays close to my heart for the rest of my life.

I frequented our head office a lot and would chat with PP but these interactions were becoming far and few with our usual lives taking over.

But whenever we met, we started from where we left off last time - same warmth, same comfort, same safe zone - just spread across days.

07 June 2019

PP had developed a serious crush on a new colleague of ours at work and wanted to pursue her but it was highly complicated for she was going through a troubled marriage herself.

He settled for being her friend but I knew he wanted more.

The crush apart, he did pursue his 'Touch and Fuck' program to ease his pain and for months now, I have been putting up with his shitty grin all the time of having satisfied fucks with different girls.

But finally the day came when satiated with enough pussy, PP decided it was time to try something new.

It was finally time that he TOUCHED me!!

And I was caught completely off guard.

My wife was visiting her parents with Pearl and was to stay there for a month.

I was happy with the new parenthood but I would be lying if I didn't look forward to the month long break.

I was free to hang out without any curfew time amd without any guilt.

I had already intimated Rachel, PP and another friend a month in advance so that no one bailed.

We had set a Saturday lunch reunion cause Rachel was also a mother now and couldn't step out for dinners.

So, we set Saturday, 08 June 2019, as the reunion day for a lunch date and the remaining 3 of us guys decided to head out for drinks on Friday night.

We 3 had decided we will drink and make merry - no one discussed whether we will hang out all night and then go together for the Saturday lunch or we regroup on sat afternoon.

I also decided to just go with the flow just happy that I'll get to hang out and just chill.

Turns out, regardless of the 1 month heads up, my other friend bailed due to being under the weather at the last minute.

I thought PP would also bail but I was happy he held his promise and decided that we continue with our plan.

As the night progressed, PP gulped rounds of vodka with tonic water (his latest favorite) and I happily complied by being at 50% of his capacity; which was much higher than my normal capacity.

So we were both happy high in no time.

He caught the attention of a girl who was with another guy and he started paying her attention.

This just got me completely riled up. I became so annoyed at him.

We were alone after such a long time and he still couldn't keep it in his pants for one night. It wouldn't kill him to keep his attention just on me for just that one night.

And I felt so pissed at myself!!

What was so wrong with me that I couldn't hold his attention?

Why the fuck can I not be more fun, more outspoken, more charismatic?

I was failing to hold the attention of someone whom I really wanted to be noticed by even after so many days of not meeting him.

Sulking in my mind, I gave him an irritated look and called him out on being such a man slut.

He then told me that the girl is clearly not enjoying with the guy she is with.

PP claimed to have this third eye which sees through people.

I knew it was his alcohol talking but I couldn't help but reply spitefully that, "PP, you don't need a third eye to know what I am feeling being with the guy I am with."

I purposefully made an open ended statement cause I didn't know what to make of this conduct of his.

I think he sensed my irritation and got back to paying attention to me.

Then after sometime he just announced, "AJ, you are spending the night at my place tonight."

He didn't ask or check with me, he simply stated it in a matter of fact tone.

I wasn't carrying change of clothes but that didn't seem to bother him. He decided and I complied without reading too much into it.

By the time the bar shut, he was completely sloshed.

He decided to take me to another late night restaurant and get further drunk. Again I didn't think it was humanly possible to drink more but I complied.

Apparently, the place was shut too and was just selling booze by the bottle over the counter.

So we just picked up some more bottles of vodka and took another cab for his home.

While crossing the road for the cab, I had to hold him tightly so that he doesn't stumble and I could hear passing vehicles passing lewd comments about us being gay but I remained focused on him and him alone.

He had grown sentimental by now and was talking about the friend in our office he was crushing on.

I knew she is the one he can't have and would always yearn for.

I was still irritated with him until then but hearing her name I knew he was hurting. I decided to ignore my feelings yet again and be there for my friend.

So I broke my year long promise to myself of not initiating any physical contact with PP and I just took him in my arms and held him in an embrace.

He rested his head on my small shoulder and I ruffled his hair with one hand and rubbed his back with the other.

We continued to stay like that for some time. The embrace would have looked funny to an outsider peeping in but I had zoned out the entire world by now.

I was just focused on my dear friend and wanted to comfort and soothe him.

Then the driver asked for directions and he had to break the embrace.

I felt that he wanted to stay like that with me a little longer but I didn't read too much into it.

We somehow made it to his house and then to his room without creating a lot of ruckus and waking up his parents in the other room (Yes, Asian family setup!!).

Once inside, I felt like I was back in my comfort zone and I finally let loose the high I was getting from the alcohol.

I just asked for some clothes and he handed me some boxer and a cut sleeve tee from his closet.

I wanted to take a shower (something I do out of habit everyday when I get back home) but not wanting too much attention on myself, I went in the restroom to change.

More than my self-consciousness, I didn't change in the room to avoid making him uncomfortable and give him space to change as well.

When I wore the clothes, I realized that his cut sleeve tee looked like a very deep neck blouse on me. My nipples were also visible in it.

I was a little embarrassed with the entire skin I was showing and mentally cursed PP for not considering that I may not be comfortable showing off so much of my petite body. thought he knew I had inhibitions about it.

Not wanting to sound like a whiny bitch so I just wore it and came out.

He had just removed his jeans and was in his boxers now but continued wearing the same sexy shirt he was wearing at the bar.

He was intently staring at some void in his closet and it felt like he was thinking of something but I didn't pry much assuming those bottles of vodka were finally hitting him.

I sat on the bed and was just being since I wanted him to set the tone of what we should do - maybe smoke a pot, maybe drink some more, maybe just play the X-Box he had or maybe just talk. I wanted him to set the pace.

After few minutes of what felt like deliberate silence at his end, he simply handed me his phone and asked me to set up some music.

I was intently focused on the task that I didn't even realize him turning off the lights.

The only source of light now in the room was just the outside street lamp giving a dim lighting effect to the entire room.

I suddenly realized he was sitting very close right next to me when he immediately took my arm in his hands and said, "I want to bite you."

Without even waiting for my reaction, he slowly raised my arm to his delicious mouth and started planting these soft bites on it.

He was moving upward with every bite and was near my neck in no time.

Throughout this ordeal, I just sat frozen.

Never had I felt so scared, so surprised, so erotic all at the same time.

My whole body was jolting with pleasure whenever his lips made contact with my skin. I did not even know what should I do, how should I react.

In those few moments, all the memories of my desires of wanting him for past so many years came flooding back to me and I wanted him to do more.

I wanted him to just grip me in his arms and take me right there.

A little voice inside me urged me to ask him to stop; to consider if he really wanted this.

I knew I should have paid heed to it cause this may all be the by-product of the alcohol but if the drunk PP had enough wits about him to give directions to a driver he sure as hell knew what he was doing.

So I gave into my raging hormones and pushed his buttons by simply asking, "Is that the best you can do?"

And with those words, the most blissful night of my life truly began.