I was 21 then, 22 now. Jake was 25. We had known each other for about three months, and every single time I had seen him I ended up surprising myself by getting naked. We had never had sex, though since our first meeting his mouth was well acquainted with my pussy, and my mouth with his cock.
This night was not one I planned on. You see, Jake and I live on different continents. He was just visiting family when we met initially, and this particular evening was one of the last times I ever expected to see him. Our interactions were nonsexual too, watching TV, playing board games, cooking together, and that’s how I figured the evening would go.
Except remember how I said I always ended up naked? After a nice evening together to say goodbye, I decided it was too late to drive home. Jake and I bundled into the guest room where he was staying. Even fully clothed, I could tell that lying next to me was getting him hard. I warned him that, to spare both of our feelings, we probably shouldn’t mess around like we previously had that night.