Ok, so I’m a long time lurker and first time writer. Hopefully some people enjoy this story. This is about me and an old FWB. I’ll give a bit of background about her and I. Me: Athletic, bearded, but can tell I enjoy pizza and cookies, with tattoos all over. Her: red hair, nice sized tits but a little overweight. We went on a few dates, hooked up but there was no real chemistry so we just kind of ghosted each other. It had been a while since we talked and I was in a dry spell so I went through my phone looking for someone who I could either go out with or have a good time with.
So I send her a text message and we talk as if nothing ever happened. We both kind of blamed our absence from each other on life getting in the way. Quickly out texts get more and more flirty, and next thing you know we have a date planned. In my head I already know we’re going to hook up. The few times we hooked up, the sex was pretty good and she loved my cock. I’m about 6.5 inches but really thick. The day of I make sure to shave and do all the little things as I know she’s coming over. I hear a knock on my door and I let her inside.