Female, junior at Penn State, in a relationship, straight
 

DAY ONE
12:00 pm: Wake up and go outside to lie out in the sun. Fall asleep thinking about how boyfriend of 2.5 years had mentioned when we were still at school that he wanted to come home and fool around in the backyard this summer.

1:00 pm: Boyfriend calls and says he’s coming over to lie out with me. Maybe the backyard fantasy will come true.

2:00 pm: We go inside to get a drink and five minutes later, I’m pressed up against the kitchen counter, my bikini bottom untied and strewn somewhere on the kitchen floor. Better remember to pick that up later.

2:15: Bathing suits are off and we’re fooling around in the most comfortable chair in my house. Fooling around turns into full-fledged sex in the middle of my living room. Hotttt, but I can’t help but be distracted that I’m praying my kid brother doesn’t barge through the back door during his unassigned study period.

3:00 pm: BF and I hit the shower and retreat to comfort of my air conditioned bedroom. Yes, I am still granted the coveted post-sex cuddle session after almost three years.

11:00 pm: BF calls to say he’s coming over to say goodnight. Midnight delight I’m thinking? Unfortunately, he neglects to mention he’s bringing over his best friend – who was once my boyfriend and admitted in February that he still wants to be with me. We haven’t spoken since current BF discovered we’d hooked up during a relationship break. This is awkward.

12:00 am: The boys leave. When BF hugs me, it’s a quick familiar thing. When best friend hugs me, I actually hug back and get those stupid eighth-grade butterflies in my stomach.

12:45 am: I was right about best friend. He texts to say he still meant everything he said in Feb. Sh*t! I thought this unexpected crap was over…

DAY TWO
6:00 pm: Hanging out with my girls from home, talking about sex at college. I seem to be the only one to have ever had sex with only one guy (or girl, as we just learned one of our best friends is a lesbian and will be spending the summer with her girl beau). Friend shares a story about discovering too late a recent hook-up was uncircumcised. They were camping together in a tent, so she had no way out of it. Suddenly I don’t feel so bad about being so picky.

6:20 pm: Friends attempt to look out for my sexual well-being commanding, “You need to experience another penis. You probably think [boyfriend] is amazing right now, but you have no idea how much better someone else can be.”

6:22 pm: I’m beginning to think she’s right.

DAY THREE
7:00 am: Mom wakes me from a dream in which I’m having wake-up-the-entire-floor sex in my dorm with a kid I’ve known since first grade, rumored to be well-endowed. One, I’m mad that the dream ended in the middle of sex and two, I think the chat with my friends had more impact than I expected.

8:00 pm: Boyfriend comes home from work and we talk about taking the relationship down a few notches for the summer, to be a little less serious. But we’re not giving up our sex.

9:30 pm: BF’s best friend IM’s me when I get home. I tell him what happened with boyfriend. He says I shouldn’t tell him that kind of stuff, since now I’ve got his hopes up. Great. A repeat of last summer.

DAY FOUR
9:15 am: Boyfriend comes over to take me to the beach. We make out in the kitchen for a little, but that’s all because my dad is in the next room.

9:17 a.m. Think about suggesting a little hot-tub action before we leave. Suddenly remember my dad now has a girlfriend and they probably frequent the hot-tub too. Note to self: buy extra chlorine.

1:26 pm: Cuddled with BF on beach towels, wishing we could be invisible to everyone else around us. We attempted the sex-on-the-beach thing about two years ago, but even under a towel with very few people around it seemed conspicuous to others. I wish I was a little more daring.

4:11 pm: We share a beach chair. More like, I’m sitting on his lap in the beach chair, still wishing there was some way to be invisible. Two old ladies behind us are staring. I bet we look cute. We probably wouldn’t look so cute if I mounted him. Like I said, I wish I was a little more daring sometimes.

DAY FIVE
6:00 am: I wake up from the night’s fourth sex dream. One was about the boyfriend. Two about the best friend. The other I can’t remember that well. What is with me???

6:22 am: I text the boyfriend who is just getting on a train to go to work and let him know about my dreams. I hope he gets the hint.

12:08 pm: Can’t stop thinking about those dreams.

2:46 pm: I’m up in Queens, NY visiting my college best friend. Halfway through the Sex and the City movie, two old people in front of us get up and leave. They’re probably offended by the nakedness and sex talk. WTF? I mean, come on, sex is in the title!

6:00 pm: BF is home from work and offers to make me dinner. My fantasy strewn imagination hopes we can be naked for it.

6:47 pm: We make dinner. Fully clothed.

8:02 pm: BF and I cuddle for a bit until his hand finds its way down the front of my shorts. Eventually there are no clothes at all. I finish first, not surprisingly, since I’ve been dreaming about sex since I last had it.

8:05 p.m.: I flip him over and do what I rarely do – finish by giving him head. My friends don’t understand why I do it if I don’t have to, but I really don’t mind.

9:16 pm: As luck would have it, best friend is walking out to his car as I pass his house on the way home (he lives on the same street as BF). We chat for a minute, but I don’t dare get out of the car for fear that one of us might grab the other and start doing stuff we shouldn’t. He tells me I should start hanging out again. I wish I could, but I tell him I can’t… yet. We made that mistake already.

DAY SIX
9:38 am: Boyfriend texts me from work and tells me that our sex life might start lagging since his mom offered to house a Russian girl for the summer. Lagging because she’s hot and he wants to get on that? Or lagging because she will be all up in our business? He assures me it’s because she’ll be all up in our business (like two summers ago, when a German exchange student came running down into his basement when I was completely naked). My reply? Hell no. I’m not letting some Russian chick ruin my sex life.

7:07 pm: Russian girl is nasty, no worries there.

8:16 pm: Boyfriend and I head upstairs for the second night in a row. I’m thinking the bedroom is getting to be a little boring, but I’m proved wrong since we’re home alone and things get a little crazy. Boyfriend was a track star in high school and his dozens of medals hang on the wall right over the edge of the bed. Those medals make a lot of noise during fantastic sex. Tonight, it’s all I can hear.

DAY SEVEN:
8:45 pm: Break up. After much discussion boyfriend and I decided fabulous sex is ruining our fabulous friendship. It’s over… at least in terms of our sexual relationship. I’m surprisingly ok. For the first time in a long time I can do what I want…his best friend.

9:00 pm: I text best friend and see what he’s up to later. He’s down for hanging out when I get back from the city. This could either go really well or really badly.

1:15 am: One of my girlfriends sits with me in my car as I wait best friend to get home.

1:17 a.m. Best friend pulls up… CODE RED! My now ex-boyfriend gets out of the car with him! I hit the gas and get the hell out of there.

1:20 am: Best friend calls to say it’s safe to come back.

1:30 a.m.: Kissing (at least!) with the best friend.

1:40 am: It’s weird to be making out with him, but I’m kind of enjoying the fact that I don’t care.

1:45 a.m.: He makes several attempts to take of my shorts, but I knock them all down. He tries to be a charmer, thinking he’s smooth.

1:46 a.m.: Oh yes, now I remember. Best friend thinks he’s God’s Gift to Women. My clothes stay on.

2:33 am: Best friend drives me home and does the whole goodnight-kiss-turned-long make-out-session goodbye thing. Like I said, this might be an exact repeat of last summer…

TOTALS

Three sexy encounters with boyfriend, one blow job, two nights of serious sex dreams, one beach trip, one unexpected break-up, and one rebound make-out session.