Two Girls, One Night (Part 1)

My last post was highly optimistic. This post isn't. Which may be why it's taken me so long to post it.

A few weeks back, i started seeing a girl, who we'll call "L". "L" is an early-30's village girl who works in my city during the week, but then goes back home to her village on the weekends. I met with her for the first time one day, and cut the meeting short as I had another date lined up for immediately after. However, during that short date, she managed to invite herself over to my flat the next evening.

She came over the next evening, then the evening after, and then again the evening after. She told me quite a bit about herself, such as that she has a 12 year old daughter back in her village, was never married, and hadn't had sex since her daughter was born. I found the last bit very hard to believe, knowing what I know of the girls here in Ukraine. She also showed me all of her friends on Odnoklassniki (a Russian social network, for those who don't know), with the first being some guy who she said was her best friend since childhood. She also went out of her way to say that she was very good friends with the guy's wife as well. I knew this meant a sign of trouble.

The second night she was over at my flat, we ended up engaging in some heavy making out. We were both ready to go, except for one small problem: I was out of condoms. We both decided to pick up where we left off the next night, which would be her last night in town before the weekend.

After she left for the evening, I noticed that she left her Odnoklassniki profile open on my computer. Not only that, but she left it up right on her private conversation with the guy who is her "best friend". The immediate thought of signing out of the browser so as not to snoop on her quickly dissipated as I noticed a few key words in Russian that usually spell "trouble", especially when the conversation is with a guy. Anyone who knows Cyrillic can easily spot the word "sex".

I ended up reading through the whole conversation chain, with the help of Google Translate. To make a long story short, her whole story about her sex life and relationship with the guy was blown right out the window. They quite freely talked about their ongoing sexual relationship, how he got her pregnant a few years ago and then paid for her abortion, and even her desperate pleas for sex from him just a day prior to our first meeting.

She came back over the next night with a terrified look on her face. The first thing she asked me is if I had snooped through her private convos on the site, as she realized she hadn't logged out of the site before she left the previous evening. I quickly brushed off the question with a vague non-answer and started getting down to business, as I had picked up some condoms earlier in the day.

The evening past that point became pretty interesting. Shortly after she arrived, my phone started ringing from an unknown number. I usually don't answer calls from unknown numbers, especially when I have a girl over, as it usually means it's a girl I've talked to or met before. However, the ringing wouldn't stop, and "L" became pretty suspicious, and demanded that I asnwered the phone. I finally relented, and found out that it was a girl named "Y".

I met "Y" a while back, shortly after having met "Z", the girl I dated for a month or so. "Y" was a professional dancer at a nightclub on a beach resort in southern Ukraine, and was also a well-known scammer who preyed on Western men who come here looking for a wife. She had come over one evening for coffee, after trying to get me to pay 300 gryvna (around $36US) for her cab fare from her village. I laughed that off, knowing the cab fare was wasn't nearly so much, and ended up giving her about half of it. She promised to come back over the next day and stay the night after taking me around town, but ended up standing me up. About a week and a half prior to this story, she met up with me at a local restaurant and apologized for standing me up, so she was temporarily back in my good graces.

"What are you doing?", asked Y in Russian.

"Nothing", I replied.

"I want to meet tonight", she said, again in Russian.

"No, I can't, I'm busy", I replied in English.

"What? How? Do you have a girl over?" asked Y, again in Russian.

"Um....yes", I replied.

"Well, get rid of her! I'll be over at 10!" replied Y, and hung up.

L immediately asked me who it was, and what the conversation was about (she didn't speak any English). I informed her that it was a girl that I didn't want to see, and then we proceeded to pick up where we left off the previous night.

However, after having found out what I did, I wasn't nearly as much in the mood this next night. The only reason I wanted to proceed was because I was insistent on ending my mini-dry spell that began after the redhead. With this being the case, our attempts at intercourse were only moderately successful. After fumbling around for a bit and having trouble with keeping it in, we gave up and L decided to go home. Thankfully, this all happened with plenty of time left before Y would be showing up.

Naturally, Y was late, but I didn't much mind. I needed time to clean up the flat and remove as much evidence as possible of what had just happened there. Why I did this, I'm not sure, as Y already knew I had a girl over. But, I also wanted to make sure that I was going to be able to fully function, as my disgust with L had left my libido a bit uncooperative.

To Be Continued...