“What about Charlotte (18F)?” Declan (26M) asked, raising an eyebrow.
Charlotte. Hazel eyes with a pixie cut, she was tall and willowy- and absolutely tempting.
“Charlotte it is,” I grinned.
Declan and I (19F) had been having a casual sexual relationship whenever he flew in to my city – he was a nomad at heart and rarely around, and we always strived to make the most of his visits.
I was in uni and knew lots of young women on the cusp of their sexual exploration journeys, but the potentiality of having *Charlotte* so intimately excited me. She was always so calm and collected- I wanted to see her placid face scrunched up in the throes of intense pleasure and covered in cum.
I’ll try to recall the experience the best I can- although it was a while ago, I have replayed that night in my head many times.
I don’t remember how I approached Charlotte about it, just the excitement afterwards when she said yes.
Declan rented a nice hotel room for the occasion. We sat on the sofas in the dining room area making small talk- but the air was thick because we all knew why we were there. Talk graduated to casual touching, and a bottle of champagne was popped open.