I was grateful when Sasha agreed to talk again. Sasha was gorgeous–23 years old, shoulder-length raven black hair, deep blue eyes she often hid behind a pair of sunglasses or her black-rimmed frames, and a true hourglass figure with perfectly proportioned D-cup breasts. We’d had a good thing going for a while; she was a few years younger than me, but we had fun going out to eat, we laughed at each others’ jokes, and we had really, really good sex. When we were alone, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and we made sure we were alone as much as possible.
When I found out that a friend and I had both matched with her on an online dating site, and that she had actually been seeing both of us at the same time, rather than being upfront about it, I didn’t bring it up. When she found out we knew each other, she confronted me about it and decided that it’d be best if she took a break from both of us for a while. We didn’t talk for a few weeks, as I wanted to give her some space, but after a while she started texting me again.