Pen-is pals to be

It's been raining lately, which is fine, because it makes me stay inside. I reorganized my office, and have all my favorite books at arm's reach. When I was impressionable, vintage erotica was what I had access to. Sure, porn's good too, but there's something about The Pearl or Fanny Hill or Delta of Venus that gets me going. I think because sexuality was...not more taboo, but less available. What I really want are some of the old 'French prints' they talk about.
My vision is to create a series of erotic novels in the vintage style, like one from every era. I want a Regency romance and a roaring twenties and a pioneer and ancient Roman novels, but dirty. You know, what they were actually up to.
I've only seen Garrett once since the night Cheri left. He's someone I don't want to get involved with because I'm not his type. I know that sounds silly, but if we were actually together, I know he'd be looking at every single 'co-ed' type girl. It's not a confidence thing. Well, actually, it is. I am an attractive woman who has no problem getting a boyfriend, but if I'm not exactly what they find good looking, if I'm not their particular fantasy, there's really not much point. I'm not going to change for any man. I want to be my partner's fantasy, come to life.
Cheri laughed when I told her that. "As long as you still get dick while the dicking's good."
And with Garrett, it's fun. And we're already such good friends, that I a) don't want to get in a relationship with him and b) don't want to ruin our friendship when one of us do get a boyfriend/girlfriend and we stop banging.
"Of course you banged," said Cheri when I told her. She called me as soon as she got to San Francisco. "You guys are both hot, and he has a huge dick and you have big tits."
"Have you banged him?" I said.
"Only once. I don't remember it, really. We were both fucked up."
This didn't bother me. Cheri and I have shared dudes before. I told her about the fucking. It had been exactly what I liked. I had a suspicion that Cheri had told Garrett my fantasies. What could be better than my best friend telling a guy like Garrett exactly what I liked? I knew for sure the next time we banged that she had, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Cheri says she's settling in nicely to her new apartment. It's right downtown, and she can see all the guys walking by.
"We should send letters," she said. "Wouldn't that be sexy?"
I'm totally down. It's so nice getting something in the mail from someone, rather than just an email. Plus then we can send sexy Polaroids to each other. Cheri will be an awesome pen pal.
"More like pen-is pal," she texted me.
So true.