This started as one off post elsewhere that tells a true story. As I wrote more tales about the reality, I began to develop a storyline based on fact, but either embellished or fantasized in the way it’s told. This is part one.
______
Kelli and I were together for almost five years. Most of the time, we rode the high of two young lovers. We were lost in our own selves, yet believed we were lost in each other. This the story of the waves we rode and the rocks we crashed against.
______
Summer, 2012
I never tell this story.
This happened almost a decade ago and I still get off to the memory. I’ve never given this much detail to anyone when talking about it, and I figure it’s time to finally put it all into words.
At the time I had been dating a girl, Kelli, for about 3 years and we had done just about everything we could think of sexually. Kelli was 5’1” and had a pair of tig ol’ bitties that both she and her sister inherited from their mom. She was, at the time, an active dancer so she was pretty well toned and had a tight, curvy ass. Kelly wasn’t shy about her exhibitionism and neither was I. We would often fool around a little bit with my or her friends in the room and often fucked in her car in busy, public areas.