What follows is essentially chapter 1 of erotica I’m writing “based on a true story.” More to come at some point.
**Chapter 1**
Nicky had short brown hair and a round face, with smiling eyes like two half-moons that always seemed squinted, curved downwards like crescent moons. She had a big, slightly lopsided smile that brightened the room, with dimples and a thin upper lip, but a protruding lower lip that would occasionally tremble if she was upset or anxious. She had an unconventional look, some might say a little plain; I thought she was beautiful. She had smooth skin, tanner than mine – she was a swimmer and kept herself fit, hiking spring through fall, and swimming outdoors in the summer. She was tall, about 5’10”.
I’m 6’3” myself, thin with broad shoulders and short, dirty blond hair. When we met, I was a bit out of shape, but she got me into swimming and eventually I got fit as well. Not as fit as her, but at least I lost some of the pudge.