When it comes to my early sex life, I like to think I got by on sheer, dumb luck. I was an awkward kid in high school into early adulthood, not bad to look at, and pretty funny, but also weird, shy, and not very fashionable. So imagine my surprise when I lucked up and got myself a smoking-hot girlfriend my junior year, whom I’ll call Carina. She was 5’2”, medium-brown complexion, lithe figure, nice tits, and later, a tattoo on her lower back.
Long story short, I fell for her hard. When we broke up, I went to pieces. I was a mess. I spent that summer out of the country with relatives and came back with my head on straight and ready to move on. After I graduated, I got my first job at a department store and was getting ready to start college on a scholarship. All in all, things were looking up.
Then one day, I got a phone call. It was Carina, looking to reconnect. She extended an open invite to hang out at her place, anytime. Literally anytime. In my naïveté, I thought nothing of it other than she was trying to be friendly. Yes, I was once that clueless.