Forbidden Fruit

Sex is always great. But sex when you're not supposed to want it is even better. Allow me to explain. I've just moved across the country, hence the hiatus on the posts. It's been a crazy busy couple of weeks for me, and in the midst of those crazy busy weeks, I haven't found the time to have sex. Between packing and getting on a plane and buying furniture and building furniture and unpacking and starting my new life here, I just haven't had the time for it. I've missed it. A lot. You guys know me. You know how sexual I am. I crave it. I desire it. I need it. My roommate says that me having sex is like someone having their cup of coffee in the morning, or like a smoker lighting up. I need it. Those are bad examples because I'm not a sex addict, but it definitely is a huge part of my life and not having it over the past couple of weeks put me in a crabby mood. But then, a few days ago happened.

I'm working in a highly competitive program with a small group of people. As such, we are encouraged to not sleep with each other because A) it's a distraction, and B) it could mess with the group dynamic. Which I totally understand applies to most people. However. I am not like most people. Sex, for me, is just sex. And I know a lot of girls say that, and that's like when girls say that they never get jealous, like at all, like ever, because they're just so chill like that, and of course they're totally chill with just sex and no strings attached because they're just so freaking chill. Guess what? Most people who say that actually aren't that chill. However. I am. And it took me a while to figure out how to do that, but it works for me. Sex? Absolutely. Feelings? Hell naw. So there's this guy in my group. He and I view sex very similarly, and when you're in the arts, that is a conversation that comes up early on with people you work with because we need to be sexually open and responsive to each other in order for our craft to be worthwhile. So I've had a pretty clear sexual understanding of everyone in my company since the second or third time I hung out with them. This guy-- let's call him James-- approaches sex the same way I do. It's strictly sex.

James came over for dinner the other night. We'd all done this-- made an effort to spend one on one time with everyone else in the company-- so it wasn't weird that I texted him and asked him to come over. I made dinner, he brought tequila. We had an amazing time and talked for the next four hours. My roommate came home and we all wanted to keep drinking so James and I went to the liquor store to get some more tequila and on the way there this conversation happened.

"Gemma, you and I could have really great sex."

"I know. It's definitely crossed my mind."

"I mean I thought about it the minute I laid eyes on you."

"What if we make this a thing? Just sex. For the sole purpose of sex."

"Yes. I'd be so down for that."

And then we went home and kept drinking with my roommate and then she went to bed and then James and I went to bed and we had wild, ravenous sex for the next two hours.

So this is a thing now. And part of the excitement of it is the fact that we shouldn't be doing it. I feel like if we ever are to get caught (my roommate knows but she's maybe the coolest person on the face of the earth so she DGAF), he and I are the two people who ought to be doing it because again, it's just sex. So we'll see. Maybe it will fuck up the group dynamic. Maybe the entire program will collapse because I just had to get my rocks off. But I doubt it'll come to that. And if it does, it's been so worth it. James is quite the talented sexual partner.

xx,

Gemma