For about 4 years, one of my life ambitions was to fuck Mary. We met in undergrad, and had a quickly interrupted hookup at a party. (We were making out in some kid’s closet when her friend started freaking out and asked to leave. C’est la vie.)
Over the next two years of school, we would smile and wave at each other. We texted occasionally and flirted once or twice at parties. But it seemed like the moment was gone.
Which was a damn shame. Mary was about 5’6”, blonde, and on the curvier side. She had a bit of a belly on her, but she definitely needed it to support the weight of two of the biggest tits I have ever seen. They were just on the edge of being out of proportion for her, but she carried off the look with a combo of dangerously high crop tops and industrial strength bras.
The best thing about Mary, though, was the look in her eyes. You know how some people just light fires in you straight from your eyes to your cock? She had this half-lidded, dreamy look combined with an off-centered smile. It made me weak.