I’ve been a long time lurker on this sub just waiting to feel brave enough to post something here.
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Lately I’ve been thinking back on all the incredible times I had with my first partner. I was a virgin with an active imagination when we met, and he helped me scratch every itch I’d had for years.
He was my neighbor, my coworker and an athlete with a strong build. We started hanging out as friends during his senior year of high school. There were some feelings there and we came close to kissing the night before he left for college but it didn’t pan out. I actually told him I wasn’t interested while he was away and we stopped talking for a while.
After his first semester I knew he was home visiting and I wanted to make things right. I felt guilty for hurting my friend and I wanted to see if he still wanted to have that kind of relationship with me. To my surprise he actually responded to my message and did want to hang out, so we made plans for later that week.