This 1 summer I made it my mission to sleep with a guy who graduated from every Ivy League. It started out as an accident. First I slept with a guy from Harvard, then Brown, then Yale, all in a row. So I decided to create a challenge for myself.
And I only had 2 left: Princeton and Dartmouth
I was at Michael’s favorite bar, Sophie’s, with him 1 night drinking some Guinness and Jamo when I met a guy from Dartmouth.
Dartmouth guy had lanky legs that seemed to start by my shoulders which were covered by grey pants. His longish brown hair was slicked with grease. His chiseled cheekbones and blue eyes were no match for his large nose protruding from his face.
Michael had once again confessed his love to me (we used to date) not too long ago and I wanted to remain friends so I was trying to fully focus on hanging out with him. I tried ignoring the Dartmouth guy.
I was terrified, riding on the handlebars of Dartmouth Guy’s white bicycle. He promised me that he’d done this before.
We had some average sex and I never saw Dartmouth guy again.
Michael was acting pretty cold towards me after that night. When I called him to talk about it, he explained how upset he was by my going back with Dartmouth Guy. He once again professed his love to me. I profusely apologized for not feeling the same way and stressed how much our friendship meant to me. I promised not to go home with or talk about other guys in front of Michael.
Michael and I came to an agreement and Michael never knew anything of me and another guy for at least a year. Eventually he was fine with it. In fact, he even used my sexual openness in his favor at points. See Eskimo Brothers. We’ve been able to remain good friends in spite of our somewhat complex relationship.
Have you ever had a sex mission? Comment below and tell me what it was!