Names changed for obvious reasons. We were M21 and F20 at the time. Spice starts after the *.
I like to think that everyone has that ONE lover that changed the course of their lives. Like the origin story in a sexual universe. The Big Bang so-to-speak. It could be as fleeting as an unforgettable one-night stand or a decades-long marriage, but it’s the person who clicked in a way that completely defines ones future sexuality. For better or worse.
Mine was Carly.
I had entered the last year of my undergrad and was really hitting my stride both academically and socially. I had a big agenda and was loving the challenge. In the previous three years I had fucked my way through a substantial number of co-eds. Enough that it was noticeable in my fairly small university. I gained a reputation. It was annoying. So, as I began the final year of my degree I vowed to take the high road, become more accomplished, reduce partying and try to keep my dick in my pants. In retrospect, this new outlook lasted for about a month.
Carly changed everything.