When I was 24 I started dating this girl Lucy who was a fuckin knockout. Tall, slender, incredible red-brown hair and the cutest lightly freckled face. I absolutely loved fucking her, she was super high energy and fun in bed and loved to fuck pretty much everywhere.
We’d been dating for a month or so when she mentioned some guy named Jess who she knew from the town she grew up in was visiting. She was going to go have drinks with him and some other people on Saturday night and we made loose plans to meet up after. She would text me and then come over to my place to spend the night. I didn’t have anything else to do that night so I just bummed around my shitty apartment and watched some porn and thought about fucking Lucy.
Around 11:30 I hadn’t heard from her so I texted. No response, but didn’t think anything of it. An hour later I tried again, just checking to see if you still wanna come by, no big deal. That kind of thing. Again no response. It was around then that I started to freak out a bit. I realized I had no idea who this Jess guy was, I never even asked if they used to date or anything. Most likely she was just out with a group of old friends getting drunk and would check her phone eventually. But my mind was going to some bad places.