This was years ago, but always fresh in my mind. Shelly (32) was a middle school English teacher. Shoulder-length, straight, chestnut brown hair, rich brown eyes, olive skin with a tan, 5’5” and a set of DD’s that we’re her favorite feature (they were spectacular). Shelly and I (23 at the time) for about 4 months has one of those hit, passionate, raw relationships that they write about in coming of age novels. I, feeling like a king for being the young guy who landed the smokin’ hot older girl, her with a confidence boost for landing the younger guy, turned that summer upside down.
Shelly was living in Florida with a long-time boyfriend. After breaking up, she moved up to the coastal town I lived in to stay with her friend, who happened to be my best friend. We met casually at a bar one night when my band was playing; I thought she was gorgeous and loved her body, we chatted for a bit but that was that. I never really thought anything else about it until I saw her again at a 4th of July party. My friends and I went down to a party on the harbor and she met up with my best friend and joined us. We said hello but never really separated again for the rest of the night. Conversation was natural and fun, we set a date for later in the week.