I was twenty-one years old, an awkward virgin with no experience what-so-ever.
Her name was Jane, she was nine-teen and from what she told me earlier on Tinder; ‘‘she was looking for anything with a cock on it.” First time I encountered such a hungry gal, the words she wrote, she used, were like poems of a nymph, primitive callings with no hints of shame in them;
“Just broke up with my boyfriend, I need cock ASAP.” she texted me after I asked her what brought her on the app. It was surreal to me; my cock began to grow in my pants. I looked more into her profile pictures; she was a pudgy white girl, short brown hair, blue eyes, good-looking. Way out of my league, I thought. Without knowing, I pitched a tent. I responded; “I can provide.” and soon after, we established a rendez-vous in a remote park, thirty minutes from my apartment.