I've been trying to decide whether or not to share this story. It's piece of my journey through experimenting with an open relationship. It has some backstory, but it will help pave the way for any potential additions, if there is interest. The first part is chill, but it heats up in later parts.
I was 20. I was in my third year at a community college and just couldn't get my shit together to finish my Associate degree. I lived with my folks in the same small town where I grew up.
I had been with Josh for two years. We met in high school. He was 19 and went to the same college. He was a tall, slender blonde with blue eyes. He was my best friend and the only person with whom I'd ever had sexual contact (aside from my first boyfriend who thought that grabbing and squeezing my crotch over my jeans while making out was hot).
I was average height and curvy. I'd put on what I considered the "freshman 15", but I loved the shape it gave me. I was proud of my round ass and youthful cheeks. Josh loved them too. We would often skip an afternoon class and head back to his place to have really fun, loud sex. Josh had a big cock, but I didn't really know it. It was my first, after all.