I wrote a story about my friend a while back. We ended things rather abruptly since he got a girlfriend. Unfortunately, things didn’t work out for them. And of course, he turns his attention back to me for some distractions and fun.
Well he started talking to me again. The day leading up to the night of fun I ended up giving him a knife my grandfather made. That was the general topic of conversation for a while. Then, of course, he asked me to come over. I was very reluctant, but I ended up caving and got dressed and drove to his place.
When I got there, I got greeted by his adorable doggo. He kissed me the way he kisses me, basically making me feel amazing. I get ushered into his place, while I’m trying not to smile like a derp. We go to his room, and as soon as I set my stuff down he is kissing and running his hands all over me. He pulls my shirt off, and fumbles with my skinny jeans.