I was with this girl from 14 to 19. First love I suppose. We were each other’s firsts. She was in love with me… borderline obsessed.
Fast forward a decade, I’m 29 now, living in London, and I hadn’t seen or spoken to her in about six years. I heard through the grapevine (aka Instagram) that she’s doing alright for herself—a PE teacher somehow living it up with fancy holidays, all thanks to her older fella, I suspect. Guy’s mid-30s, seemed like they were solid. She got engaged to him in New Zealand, which she made very clear to everyone on her socials.
Anyway, about three weeks later, I’m out in the City with a couple of workmates, and who do I bump into? Yep, her. She’s out with her mates, and she clocks me at the bar. Comes over all smiles, showing off the rock on her finger like she’s fishing for a reaction.
Her smile though—mate, I know that look. Seen it plenty before. Her flirty, playful eye contact. Fuck me eyes.
Part of me wanted to just down my pint and duck out, but the temptation to see where this could go was too strong. Before long, it’s late, her mates are off home, and she’s still there chatting to me. We hit another pub for “one last drink” (classic), then decide to share a cab home.
In the cab, her hand’s on my thigh, tension’s rising, and next thing you know, we’re full-on snogging while the poor cabbie’s probably questioning his life choices. We ended up back at mine, and honestly, it was like she was possessed. Loud, wild, begging for more. Felt like being 19 again but with bonus levels unlocked.
I woke up rough the next morning, her still naked in my bed. Barely opened my eyes, and she’s already got her hand on me tossing me off, capitalising on that morning wood and wasting zero time. Didn’t even need to say a word before she’s on top, absolutely going for it again. Right as I’m about to finish, she switches it up, finishes me off with her mouth, and swallows the lot.
Afterwards, she said, “This was amazing, I’ve missed this, we can’t tell anyone,” blah blah blah. Gave her a lift back to hers, a quick kiss goodbye, and that was that. Something tells me she’d be up for a round two, but honestly, not sure I can be arsed.
Good luck to her fiancé, though—he’s gonna need it.