Some details (like names!) have been changed to protect identities. Writing as a means to re-live some of the moments I think about when I’m alone and in a particular mood.
I chose this particular story because it has a lot of intimate moments, and I find myself craving those as much as the wonderful sex. This was also a large building block in this particular relationship and, along with another stormy night story, would be mentioned countless more times in private conversations between the two of us.
**A little background information:**
This story takes place during my college years. I was 20 at time, nerdy and reserved, 6’1, fit and tanned from a lot of tennis in the sun, long curly brown hair. She was a year younger than me, VERY timid in public (until she knows what she wants, but more on that later), playful, pale(ish) skin, ~5’5 with long, straight blonde hair, tits slightly larger than my palm, and an ass that wouldn’t quit.