Prologue
I was a wild man the first several years in college.
The frat parties. The revolving bedroom door.
If she wore a skirt, she was free game. I’m sure I stepped on a few toes relationship wise.
But who didn’t back then? I never forced any woman into my bed.
But I sure as hell seduced quite a few. I like to think I rang some bells.
Jennifer was the most gorgeous raven haired beauty I had ever met. After six months of dating, Jennifer finally gave herself to me sexually. She told me at that time that I was only the third guy who ever got in her pants. She would confess later that there had been many more.
Jennifer constantly tells me she’s not in the mood or too tired. But she never misses a lady’s night every Tuesday night not getting home till well after closing time.
Of course she is exhausted on Wednesday night and Thursday night. Then she goes out to dinner with coworkers on Fridays and is usually quite tipsy when she gets home. Yep…Not it the mood when she gets home.
If things go well and I haven’t pissed Jennifer off somehow, I usually get laid Saturday night. But somewhere along the way, Jennifer gave up wearing anything sexy to bed for me. Our sex now seems like a chore for her. A duty to be suffered through.