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Although I liked fucking him, I had gotten so many calls and texts from Thomas asking for a "loan," that I had pretty much stopped answering him. It's one thing to be a nice guy from time to time, but my goal in life is not to be an ATM for beats, regardless how hot they happen to be. This one night, however, I was in a good mood, and I needed to get laid. I told him to come on over. When he did come over, he was dropped off by some girl who was not his girlfriend. I didn't ask who she was. He seemed especially appreciative of my time, more so than usual. In fact, he was downright chummy. He even tried to play it up that we used to have all those good times together. I played along. His amiability extended into the bed, too. He wasn't much for making out, but this night he was extremely passionate, kissing a lot and being almost overly touchy. It made for a very different vibe, and I definitely got into it.