To give a little background, Jen and I had just graduated high school (both 18+) and had we had been dating a while. She was about 5’5”, tan skin, and played soccer and had legs and ass to prove it. Definitely what you would call slim thick. Her tight stomach and smaller but ridiculously perky breasts had me pretty much horny at all times when we were together. I’m 6’2” with a fairly muscular frame from baseball. Jen and I had hooked up a million times, but only fucked on rare occasions. She was terrified about getting pregnant (even though she was on the pill) and she had convinced me to feel the same.
So a week after graduation we had separate plans. I was hanging with the boys, had big plans of Waffle House and hours of gaming. She was going out with some girls, out to eat and maybe dancing.
We had messaged a few times throughout the night and she even sent me a quick mirror pick of her in her short black dress giving me a little wink. The texts became less frequent as she partied with the girls. I knew she wouldn’t cheat, but I could tell something was up, she wasn’t acting herself. The texts eventually stopped The night went on and the guys and I eventually crashed. I woke up to a book of a text message.