The Day We Met
She was as hot as the summer day I met her. When she walked in to the room I immediately noticed her luscious brown hair, gorgeous smile, and tempting body. Oh that body- her perfectly shaped breasts, slim waist, and amazing ass. She was dressed in the tightest jeans, a small black tube top, hair in a pony-tail and was glistening in the hot sun. She was the girl next door that everyone wanted to have their way with; she was my future wife’s best friend.
This was the first time I met Mia. I heard from others that she loved to party, get drunk and have sloppy sex with anyone she deemed worthy. I was stunned by her beauty. I could not help but stare at her. I had barely met Mia, but I knew I wanted so much more.
Our first exchange was simple enough. Nothing out of the ordinary, just the usual formalities. I barely heard what she said because I was fantasizing about her. What was she like in bed? Is she a moaner? Does she like it rough? Does she swallow? Then I thought to myself “She was Katie’s best friend, I’m just an average looking guy, nothing spectacular about me, there was no chance I would have anything with her.” I was so wrong and had no idea what I was about to get myself into.
Drunk Texts
A few months had passed. Mia and I began talking on social media. She was so easy to talk to, so much fun, and I wanted her more than ever. We started to flirt a little, but I thought it was just innocent fun and then one night it all changed.
We were texting back and forth, both of us slightly drunk, when she began complaining about her boyfriend. Mia had been dating the same guy on and off for seven years. She says she was in love with him, but he had cheated on her several times. My first thought was “How could someone cheat on her? She was the sexiest woman I had ever seen.” She went on to tell me that she felt so attached to him