Here’s one from a few years ago, just after university.
This one is a little long if you want to skip to the sex look for the dividing line ————————.
I was working on a project with my old supervisor and was heading back to my old university town for a week. I‘d put out a message on socials to let folks know I would be in town if they fancied meeting up. A short while later I get a message from “Lorna” saying she’d love to catch up and offered to put me up whilst I was in town rather than stay in a hotel.
Now, I’d known Lorna for about 5 years, she was a tall German girl, blue eyes, dyed red hair, a dancer’s physique, and D Cup breasts. She and her boyfriend Pete were part of my usual social circle, we’d had parties, birthdays, graduations, and days out together quite often over my time there and as a psychology student she was fascinated by my sensory processing disorder, we’d gotten to know each other quite well. There had always been a spark with us – we got on like a house on fire, but as Lorna was in a relationship it never went further than a friendly flirtation.