I had a best friend in hs, we were neighbors and inseparable. She was, and still is, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Me, on the other hand, I am short, stubby, and far from being pretty. She always had the attention of men, our age, and older, but she was a kind of girl that didn't enjoy it, she tried to hide her body, introverted and waiting for someone special.
There was a man in her life, in senior year, he was our age, our class mate, but he seemed so mature. When a 19 year old talks about literature, and poetry, that strikes pretty hard at that age. He was all over her, but she didn't want any of it, but he was so persistent, that one night, she gave in, and lost her virginity to him. She told me that, the next morning, along with her decision not to stay with him, since, he is not the man for her.
I was always envious of her, and that made me want him, but I was too much of a coward to do anything about it. I remember thinking of him, almost every day, with a hand down my knickers, and that lasted the whole summer. Then, they both moved away for uni, and I was left behind.
Life went on, I met my now husband, lost my virginity to him at the ripe age of 21, but I continued to live in a fantasy world, lusting over men around me, and that fantasy, eventually is the reason I am here.
I met him few times after that, on the street, but the first time we had an opportunity to talk, was at our 20 year graduation aniversary. I was wearing I short dress, he told me that I look good, and a little after midnight, I was on top of him, in his car, cumming like there is no tomorrow. After that, he threw me on my back, and fucked me like I have never been fucked before, fast and hard, and he didn't bother to pull out.
It has been two and a half years since that night, and I still masturbate to the memory of it.
I know some might not find this very interesting, but my whole sexual life is in these few lines.
