[F]ucking [m]y neighbor, the anal whore. (part 1)

It all began during the social unrest in the wake of George Floyd’s murder. Protests spread across the United States including one in the neighborhood I lived in. When I got word that protesting, looting, and the national guard were in my neighborhood I was across town at a friend’s house. To gauge the situation I decided to text my neighbor, we’ll call her Nina. Athletically built with messy dirty blonde hair and large cute glasses. She filled me in on what was happening and it set off a steady stream of texting. Over the next week or so we would share pictures of ourselves at protests, the food we were making, and drinks we were having. I consider myself a pretty good cook and enjoy making vegetarian and vegan dishes – since Nina is a vegan I sent her some pictures of vegan dishes and suggested she come over one night to hang out.

Riverbank rendezvous with a [f]eisty redhead during [m]y farewell summer.

First off, I love this sub and I love revisiting these memories. I hope to share many more.

It was my final summer in the place I had called home for the past five years. That August I was turning the page on this chapter by leaving behind my friends and comfortable familiarity for the all-consuming hell that is graduate school. There was much revelry and recollection to be had, made all the sweeter by an unexpected intensely physical relationship with my coworker – we’ll call her Emi.

[M]y lunch break with a slutty [F] daycare worker.

*swipe right*

*You’ve got a match!*

Marie’s bio was simple, “just looking for fun.” While I appreciated her directness the cheeky bastard in me couldn’t let her off without a bit of a tease, I replied “Like, climbing trees kind of fun? Riding a unicycle kind of fun?”

Her message appeared promptly, “Those sound fun, but I’m mostly just here for dick lol.”

Over the next few days, Marie and I exchanged messages and eventually texts. Our conversations weaved in and out of being overly sexual and playful. Eventually, we decided to meet up for lunch on her break one day. As a remote worker, it was my full intention to have Marie over and fuck her brains out during lunch. Unfortunately, she only got a 30-minute break from her job at a local daycare and didn’t have much time to get away. Because of this she usually just ate in the parking lot to escape for a bit, but told me I was welcome to join her and we could get to know one another. Less than ideal, but a little conversation on a cold winter’s day would be a nice break from the monotony of excess screen time.