(Welcome to the Saga of Sally! This is the story of my relationship with a girl called Sally. I recommend you start from the [start](https://old.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nt5ffn/mf_the_saga_of_sally_part_1_cumstained_jeans/) – each piece will link you to next part at the end.
A brief reminder what Sally looks like (there’s a reference photo in the first part): she’s a pocket rocket, thick, redhead tomboyish girl, with an hourglass figure and the thickest ass this side of the Equator according to the Guinness Book of Records inside my head.)
You’re all eager for the next part of these memories. I’ll start with the juicy stuff right away: the Nokia 3310. What a fucking phone that was. I’m sure some of you reading this will only know it as a meme phone, an indestructible machine that could not be beaten but for readers who are my contemporaries you know how this changed the game. The Fucking Game in particular. You could now conveniently message your booty calls and then play Snake while waiting for them. It was a new world. As long as I’m not getting my dates mixed up (which I might be – I’m sorry if you want precise accuracy my memories aren’t that good – I’m working from long ago), both Sally and I had one soon after they came out which was only a couple of months or so before the cum-stained jeans incident. I have a feeling they were expensive when they came out but Sally’s parents were loaded and bought her one. My father was loaded *and* absent often so got me one out of guilt. We had messaged each other plenty in the last month or so, but now Sally was blowing up my phone with messages.