Just being honest

Several years ago on a business trip to Chsrleston, I visited an old college girlfriend that was now a lesbian and happily married to her wife. We had dinner and drinks and talked about old times and old friends. We hadn't seen each other in probably 25 years. As the night wore on, we talked about her lifestyle and how happy she was finally being her true self. She asked me if it bothered me at all that I was the last man to make love to her before she became a lesbian. I told her I hasn't really thought about it that way, but no, it didn't really bother me at all, and that I was just happy that she found her true self and love and happiness. She smiled and reached across the table to take my hand. After another round of drinks, we took a stroll along The Battery to enjoy the beautiful evening and waterfront. At some point during our walk, we ended up holding hands. We stopped to admire the view of the harbor and she snuggled into me, my arm instinctively going around her shoulder. She looked up at me and told me that even though she was happy with her life and wouldn't change anything, in a way she had never really stopped loving me. I gently kissed her forehead and told her she would always be very special to me as well. Before either of us probably even realized it, we were kissing, just like old times. We walked back to my hotel hand in hand and went to my room. We made love twice that night and once more in the morning. We ordered breakfast from room service, then enjoyed a shower together before she gave me one last goodbye kiss and headed out. We've met a few more times since when I was in town for business, but have kept our relationship as just being old friends catching up.

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