Ok so, this is a silly story, but it was DEFINATELY the most beautiful thing I was ever a part of.
So I knew this great guy named Dennis from my school, he’d gone out with my best friend about a year before, treated her like shit, and yet I never caught on.
Anyway, he is about 5’11, 220 lbs, he’s a big boy, but no matter, I like fat guys. He plays hockey, and is one of the ‘pretty boys’…you know, they wear khaki’s and gossip more than the girls.
So yeah, we’d been dating for about a month and a half, and one day, we were playing cards in yahoo, and we were pretending not to know eachother….and he said to the other 2 players “HEY, let’s share our personal lives” and none of them wanted to, but they said he should.
So he was all “well I’m totally taken by my gorgeous girlfriend, and I think I’m falling in love with her”
The whole time, I was reading along, and right when he said that, I almost jumped out of my seat, then I started crying big fat tears….happy tears. AWWWWW.
So the next day, we confessed to eachother that we love eachother, and within a week he was ready to move to the next level. I wasn’t sure yet though.
We went to his cousins funeral that day (who he didn’t really know to well) and when we got back, he complimented me on how good I looked to him. I was wearing a black knee length skirt and a nice v neck. So in his bedroom things got kind of heavy, and his bedrrom door HAD to be open (house rule), so we were making out, and he said “Do you want to try?” I knew what he meant. We went to the living room, where it was almost pitch black, he pulled my thong off for me, lifted up my shirt and kissed my chest softy.
Then I pulled off his great big khaki shorts for him and he laid me back againt the arm rest on the couch.
He leaned in closer and I wrapped my legs around him, then I led his cute little dick to you know.
It felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside out, but at the same time, I felt an amazing rush of pleasure. In 25 s, it was over, he was breathing hard, and I couldn’t stop smiling.
I’m pretty sure the only reason it happened that night was because I was wearing a skirt, and it was convenient.
We endure 7 breakups in the 3 months we were together, and he had me whipped, but at least I lost it to the only person I could have picture it happening with.
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