| Hi, I am Digame from Norway. That was the introduction. Now for the story.
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This story is about two girls, let's call them "H" and "N". Both of these girls was in my class in elementary school the last three years and N was in my class all of elementary. N and H quickly became best friends when H started in our class and were almost never seen apart. But, credited both to me being a nerd and talking only with people I thought of as "intelligent", I didn't actually ever speak to them. But, in tenth grade, that changed. I had hit puberty early on but because of some early experiences I was led to believe that sex was wrong and evil (haha^^, I know).
But I couldn't stop myself from satisfying my curiosity so I trailed the net and interrogated older friends for any information on sex. So when H by mistake messaged me "I am going to wax my pussy!" it led to a five hour conversation about sex. It's because of that I think she got interested in me. I was extremely boring for a girl in every other aspect back then :). Then chance struck again and put me and H next to each other at the corner in the back of the classroom.
We began flirting vigorously and always perceived everything from a sexual view, kinda like "That's what she said". But she had a boyfriend. A really insecure guy, even now I don't understand what the hell she saw in him but she had a boyfriend. And that made me think she was off-limits and "just a friend". Marriage was the only exception from the “sex is evil” thing for me. So I kinda put myself in the LJBF zone. I never hit on her or even once initiated the flirting. After two weeks of chatting, smsing and "that's what she said" breakdowns of laughing. She suddenly spluttered out a self-invitation to my house on the next Saturday. I said yes and assured her: "I of course understood that she didn't usually invite herself over like that" which was the way she put it.
Saturday came. She arrived really early and immediately started flirting and touching me once she was over the doorstep. We went into my room and watched "The lord of the rings". Soon she began the usual “view anything they said in the movie in a sexual way”. But that didn't work that well with lord of the rings so instead she began live dubbing the movie with her own voice. Escalating until the point where she was actually dubbing the landscape scenery: "Fuck me! Fuck meeeeee!" while constantly touching her hair and throwing side glances at me. I thought this was insecurity and that she was looking to see if I was laughing. She was still "off-limits" in my stupid AFCish head. Here I was with a beautiful HB8 (HB9 in my eyes) rapidly shooting me down with IOI's all over the place, the sexual desire radiating from her immense and the badly hidden suggestions flourishing. But H couldn't do anymore than that without actually raping me so she went home without anything happening.
Our relationship as friends continued. She broke up with her boyfriend and somewhere around that time I began thinking of possibilities of something more than friends. Then she got a new boyfriend, and from N I learned that she had fucked him only a few days after they got together. The rules of attraction hauled me in and I was love-struck and infuriated with jealousy. She stopped talking to me. Texting to me. Messaging me. Completely. I didn't understand shit. Some months went by. She tried contacting me two times but I was pissed and wouldn't let this go by without consequences so I rejected her both times. Then the yearly class trip to a forest cabin each winter came along. Now it snows a lot in Norway in the winter and there was no electricity or mobile phone connection. The isolation was complete. At the first of the three days we spent there, I heard that H had broken up with her boyfriend. So I went up to her and started talking to her, pretending nothing had happened, as if the three last months didn't exist.
It worked. And soon we were our old selves, taking everything the sexual way. N soon joined and after I had played some songs on my guitar for everyone (My first conscious pick-up trick, haha^^) they were both sitting in my lap even though I looked like shit after having dragged that guitar on skis for one mile up to the cabin (No roads in the winter). When the night came H suddenly asked me if I wanted to sleep with them in the only double-bed in the cabin. Now I was seeing the possibilities, three months too late but at least I did see them this time. I said yes and soon found myself with two half-naked girls, one in each arm, resting on my chest.
For some reason I can't explain I was extremely calm and just idly thought that maybe I should try to kiss one of them or maybe get them naked? But then again, my AFC side kicking in, N had a boyfriend = off-limits-.- So I figured I had no chances since N was there so I just settled with what I had and instead tried to get some sleep. N was the first to go into sleep, and right before I too blacked out, I felt H beginning to lightly stroke her fingers across my chess and down to the hair on my stomach above my crotch. I immediately became aroused and began touching her back, sliding all over her body up to her face and then kissing her. I guess at least touching comes natural to me because her breath became deep and ragged.
Skipping some details and she was naked next to me, jacking me off while kissing. I didn't want to cum in the bed as we would have to sleep in it for two more days so I stopped her (funny story: The double-bed was in one of two sleeping rooms, half of the class was in the room sleeping with us, so everyone still awake heard us kissing. One of the girls in the asked the guy sleeping in the bed under her if the kissing sounds was him jerking off. I and H laughed a little too long and loud. He became so pissed he walked out of the room to sleep in the other room. I heard later he was really jealous of me.)
But the relationship was formed. H, N and me became really good friends. N began texting and messaging me about sex, just like H had. I was a walking sex encyclopaedia and she called me her "god of sex" several times (still proud of that one). Then she began asking me for advice on her boyfriend who was a really, really, really carefree guy. She couldn't cope with his carelessness but I could tell she was in love with him. But still, I told her to break up with him. Which she did. H became a regular visitor every weekend at my house. Soon we established that we were "friends with benefits".
I actually don't remember how we got to that or who's idea that was. But I could do whatever I wanted, fuck anyone I wanted and love anyone I wanted. As long as it wasn't N. I agreed. Now some happy time went by until the Easter holiday. My parents were out of the town and H and N were both staying over at my house. When the three of us sat in bed I asked them, "Why me?" which they answered; "You're mature, experienced and mysterious"
And this I haven't told anyone because I have repeated the lies to everyone I have met since. But I wasn't experienced at that time. When H and I had chatted in the beginning I had told H when she asked me if I was a virgin, no. And because of that, lie became lies. And in the end I had invented a person, the two years of my life before I met them, and a lot of events and experiences I've never really had. In reality, N and H were the first sexual experiences I have ever had. They then pushed me to tell more about my past and how I was as a person. I told them more lies and just spun on and on on my story. I'm good with words and a master at lies, so they bought it all.
That night I and H tried to have sex. I couldn't even get it up. I wasn't really experienced, and I wasn't a mystery either. I was a lie. That was what I was. My mind knew it, my heart knew it and my dick knew it. My confidence zeroed. H was really disappointed. She thought it was her, and in a way she tried even harder to have sex with me after that. Over the next weeks I decided that even if I was a lie; To some extent, what matters is what people believes. If I portrayed experience, even if it wasn't my experience, then I was experienced. I found my confidence again and started acting like myself.
I soon learned more about N and H. They started trusting me. The last boyfriend she had was the reason to her ignoring of me when she dumped her first boyfriend. That was the time she actually would have needed me the most. He was really manipulative and jealous and didn’t allow her to talk to other boys. I also found out that H was bi-sexual, which is why I view her as a HB9, bi-sexual girls is my biggest turn-on. She loves body piercings and has one small silver ring in each of her nipples (she had only one piercing the night at the cabin, I paid for the other one), and, she was also in love with N. N was Chinese, dominating and sadistic (she really enjoyed biting people), but still extremely cute, more beautiful than sexy. But N wasn't bi-sexual or lesbian. So H knew she could only be her best friend. Now I understood why I couldn't love or sleep with N. And I also began to see a little of how blind I had been, but I still didn't quite grasp the size of it all.
N began hitting on me. Even more than H had. Unlike how I usually do, I couldn't resist. My confidence sky rocketing, erection was no problem and so I lost my virginity to N. Even though I promised not to. Even though I knew I was probably using her since she was still recovering from her boyfriend. Which I was half the reason she had left. Nothing happened. H said nothing. N said nothing. We did it a couple of times more, with a little less success but we still did it.
Gradually N and H began to drift away from me. They started criticizing me, ignoring me, and stopped talking to me. Suddenly I got a text message from H saying she wasn't going to have sex with me. I asked her why. She said it was because I had fucked N. It all crashed down on me like a switch. I got all desperate and needy. Apologizing and saying I deserved anything that was in for me. She just said that she wasn't going to do anything. But we were still "friends". That's when I realized I had screwed up. I trailed my mind for everything I had done wrong. I discovered PUA and read The game and a lot of books on psychology and body language. I got a good friend into the PUA community and started going to parties with him, sarging in our own inexperienced way.
I realized my lies had been beginning to be discovered. My AFC errors made me unattractive. Scaring of the two of them. Nothing would've happened. I can see that clearly. They waited for about three weeks before anything began to change. It wasn't me breaking my promise. That was just the reason given. They were ditching me. Because I tried to be another person than the one I was.
I want them back. And I want to get rid of my AFCness and be able to pick up most women. I want to understand social codes. Not just having social skills, but actually understanding why they work. I am not going to limit myself to picking up girls either. I'm going to learn every aspect of social life.
Now, the problem :D
H is mine. I know that, she knows it. She wants me back. She keeps on making excuses to talk to me. But she has to choose between me and her best friend whom she actually loves; N. The problem is N. She hates me. I am now in my first year of high school. H is going to another school but N is going to the same school as me, not in the same class though. The rule is that I ignore her, and she ignores me. This has continued for two weeks now. I love them both, and I want them back. Even friends is fine.
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This has been on my mind for a long time, and I had to write it down. But I can't show the story to anyone because of all the lies around me. So that is why I chose to post it here. And to able anyone to give me a decent advice or help I had to post the most of the story, because this is complicated. I shortened it down as much as I could. Firstly, how do I open a conversation with N? I see her in the corridors between classes all the time. What should I do after that? How do I get myself out of the lies, how should I confess? What about H? The questions could go on for another page but you see my point. If you have any advice at all, please do tell, feel free to answer any part of my story or question anything : ) _________________ This is a signature, cookie for you<3
Digame is Spanish for "Talk to me"
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