Later it became a couple of beers and some champagne each evening to deaden that empty feeling. Now, it was a shot of bourbon and four or five beers. ...ut still that empty feeling remained.The marriage was empty. He had not been intimate with her in a long time. She couldn't remember the last time they had made love.He still expressed his love for her by supporting her every wish, her dysfunctional family, and her career. He still showered gifts on her for those "special days" ... the. He watched her wipe it off before licking the goo from her fingers. Then she kissed him. He could taste himself on her tongue. A normal man, he told himself, would have recoiled in horror, but he didn't. This was familiar, somehow. She was a good kisser, too, her tongue dancing a waltz around his inside his mouth. He snaked an arm around her torso, pulling her closer. Her kiss increased in passion. Patrick's mind was spinning. He had two beautiful women in his bed and no memory of how they had. It was short and rude, saying that he was sorry but he had found someone else. Although she was prepared for that, it still hurt. I consoled her that night. I made her climax with my mouth several times before I carried to her bed, exhausted.As time went on, our relationship heated up. We did almost everything but fuck. On occasion we got very close. One time she was straddling me on a kitchen chair. Her skirt was pulled to her waist and she didn't have panties on. I was in my underwear, my. “Well, I'm just trying to cheer you up, that's all,” Carrie said. "I know," I replied. Then I gave her a hug, we met in college a few years ago and I invited her to live with me a few weeks after we met when I needed a roommate. In that time we had developed quite a friendship, we swamped sex stories, went pantie shopping together and a bunch off other stuff, she was my BFF. We hugged each other for about 2 minutes straight, then we let go of each other, but stayed close. Then all of the.