For a while, during my University years, I dated this exchange student – we’ll call her Ana. Ana was the bomb: short, chubby, massive breasts and *constantly* up for it. I’d never been with someone like that, and haven’t been since. Maybe it was the time-limited nature of our relationship: because she knew she wasn’t going to be around for a long time, she was absolutely up for swallowing my cum the very first time she came over. No fucking about, no regrets. A woman in charge.
About a month and a half in, Ana told me my lesbian friend kept eyeing her up, and that she didn’t like it. My lesbian friend – we’ll call her Ingrid – was this tall Dutch woman, blonde with a pixie haircut. She was big into cycling, a tad older than us, athletic and always dressed in colourful clothes. I remember she looked always looked great in light green. Anyway, there was never anything between me and Ingrid – no chemistry, no real attraction (I mean, I can tell a nice butt when the jeans sit just so, but my heart wasn’t in it), just camaraderie.