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Longer Story, so you can see why I broke it up from Part 2. As always, leave me some love once you get to the end, of you cum, whichever comes first :-)
Around 11:30 the next day, Darren picked me up in front of my house (yes, that’s his real name, none of this fake name stuff everyone posts. If you’re reading Darren, you’re about to be a star lol).
We decided on Olive Garden, an actual restaurant but still quick and somewhere we could talk. I could tell he was super nervous on the ride over and wanted to ask what this was all about but didn’t want to be the one to bring it up. Once we sat down and ordered food, I decided to just get right to it and not beat around the proverbial bush. I don’t even have to paraphrase this conversation, because all these years later, I remember it like it was yesterday. The jumping off point for what would become a very slutty life later on:
**Me:** I want to have sex!
**Darren:** Whattt? (as he choked on the water he was drinking)