She had been my first. I’d had another girlfriend from the majority of high school, but we’d never pulled the trigger. Then, right at the tail end of high school, I ran back into her. We’d known each other when we were little kids. Now here she was, both of us 18, and even though she had a boyfriend at the time, it was obvious. I knew she’d leave him, and she did. We made love within weeks. It was amazing beyond words. I’ll write more about it another time. Today, I just wanted to share a small thought.
We went our separate ways around college time. From time to time though, we’d pop back into each other’s lives. Here and there, we’d meet, sometimes we’d talk, but most of the times, it became physical nearly immediately. What made it quite unique was the amount she would squirt. It was a sheets and duvet and the lining needs to get changed kind of situation. She told me he made her do it so much worse than her fist boyfriend, and as the years passed she shared it each time.