Finally Fucking The One That Got Away [MF]

My long-time college friend surprised me last month when she told me she would actually be able to fly across the country for my birthday party. I often invite some of my long-distance friends in case one of them by some miracle is able to make it out, and this time, she was the one who could.

However, Lizzie, as we will call her in this post, is not like any of my other friends. She and I have have quite the history. We met nearly a decade ago in college. We fooled around in the dorms several times, but due to immaturity on my part, we never actually had sex. This continued throughout the years. We’d make out at a party here, some hand action under the covers at another gathering there, make out at another party there. This would always happen in between relationships. Our timing was always off, but whenever the two of us were in the same city and single (or if one of us didn’t mind a betrayal of trust), our chemistry would re-ignite. And just as reliably, something would come up and keep us from finally fucking. If I had to pick my version of the one who got away (read: the one I royally fucked up with multiple times), Lizzie would be it.