I returned home and found all my stuff there (thank God!), she was there also. We started to have sex daily, sometimes 3 or 4 times a day. I would look to her or she would look at me, and we just knew. We tried all the rooms and furniture, the hammock, the floor, tables. I could lick her for a long time. I miss that I didnt tried anal sex with her.
After a week she told me she had a friend back in Argentina, that almost every monday would visit the gynecologist complaining about cystitis. The doctor would ask her how was her weekend, and of course she had plenty of sex during it. She told me she was feeling like the same, and we need to take a break from each other, otherwise she would get sick. So we took a break for some days, and restarted.
I was always wearing a condom, but one specific time she asked me to remove it, she would like to feel my skin inside her. We did it just once, and I am quite sure I dont have a son/daughter back in Argentina, otherwise she would have contacted me (I believe so!) about it.
1 week turned into 2, we started sharing cooking, cleaning, improved sex, slept together in the same bed. We didnt cuddle much, it was more like pure sex. I started to feel a bit more for her, but I knew I couldnt. Two weeks turned into three.
She asked me if a girl friend of her from Argentina could come over, I said sure, and asked if there was any problem with bringing a friend of mine, so the two could meet and maybe.. dunno.
Her colleague came over, she thought it would be better if we didnt stayed together while her friend was there. We tried to hook up my friend and hers, started working out but didnt happen.
She said she needed to leave, I was sad. She have been there for a month. Took her to the bus station, asked for a last kiss, she said it was better not.
She left. I kept coding, cooking, watering the plants. Somehow I was less lonely.
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