The first time me and Carla had sex wasn’t particularly kinky. I’d jerked off before our date at her house to make sure I could last, and we ended up fucking prone bone style (her flat on her belly) until we both came.
Unfortunately, she was going back to university the following day, so when we parted ways, I frankly didn’t expect anything more from her. Hence my surprise when she messaged me the following Friday evening, shortly after midnight.
“Heyy Caleb, I had alota fun the other night”.
When I saw my phone light up I’d been about to fall asleep, so I wasn’t in the most sexual headspace. Nonetheless, I replied:
“Yeah! Me too. What are you doing up so late?”
Carla replied instantly:
“I’m druuuuuuuuunk. What are you doing?”
Feeling tired, and not being in the mood to deal with anybody’s drunk antics, I replied:
“I’m in bed, about to sleep”.
I saw Carla start typing, and then stop, and then start again. When her typing finally stopped, she still didn’t respond for about 30 seconds. Eventually, she replied:
“What are you wearing?”