I’ll lead in with some backstory that definitely contributes to the plot, but I’ll mark where the fun part starts for those of you that prefer!
We’d been seeing each other off-and-on for a couple months; while I’m unsure of the exact date this transpired, mid-January seems a safe bet. He was a relatively good Christian boy, only recently second-guessing his ties to his faith. At maybe 5’10” and 20 years old, he was a bit shorter than my other flings, and a bit huskier too. A combination of good eating and weightlifting had created a man who was, in my eyes, the perfect human teddy bear. Cuddly, but able to pick me up and toss me around when the situation called for such. I was barely 19, a solid 5’1″ in combat boots, and I’ve had my physique described as “porn star”-esqe in the past. A truly ideal hourglass body, breasts that, in relation to my rib cage, I cannot find a bra to contain, and an ass I take pride in for good reason – for all intents and purposes, rather hot. I dye my hair fairly often, but if memory serves me correctly, I was sporting ginger hair at the time. We were polar opposites in a lot of ways: his religion, morals, and law-abiding demeanor countered how I’d spent my high school years, but we clicked emotionally and intellectually, in a way I still don’t quite understand.