The lights were low, the music, loud. Jimi Hendrix always put me in the mood. I arranged myself on a chair directly across from the front door of my little apartment. He was due to arrive any moment and my heart was beating wildly, from the music and the anticipation. I was nervous, but knew I could pull this off. I rearranged my breasts in my corset, tousseled my hair in the mirror once more and grinned at myself. I heard a soft knock at the door, and a moment later the knob turned. Standing there was the boy I had lusted for and pined over since high school.
We had become fuck buddies a few years before, when he asked me to take his virginity on his 18th birthday. But tonight was different. I had finally “gotten over him” and accepted that he would never fall in love with me, no matter how well I sucked his dick. But the physical chemistry was undeniable and I was determined to enjoy it while it lasted.