I had been single for a few months since breaking it off with my long-time on and off again boyfriend Adam, again. Moving on was hard. When we were apart I often thought about his perfect cock. 8 inches long, girthy, and the prize of a mushroom tip that alone filled the palm of my hand.
And then there was Nick. I had gone to prom with Nick in high school after meeting at a lifeguarding class. I had only ever thought of Nick as a friend and we’d never been intimate before although I knew he liked me. Now we were both single and living in the same city, a block away from one another downtown amongst all the other single lonely people.
We’d been hanging out recently when Nick made his move. We’d made out for a bit on the couch and I hadn’t minded it. I thought, maybe this friendship could actually grow into something. I didn’t feel the same type of sexual chemistry and attraction I’d felt with Adam, but then again I’d never felt that with anyone else before and maybe that didn’t have to be the only way to start a relationship.