For some reason I was thinking about a former hook-up this morning. I’ll call her Erin for this story. We met in grad school, both taking classes at night while we worked full time. I was a few years older than her, which was fun for me. She was 23, a curly red head with classic pale and freckled skin, and the best rack with pink nipples. We started fucking after we worked on a group project where we got an A, celebrated with beers, then sloppy sex.
Living about 30 minutes apart, she would stay at my place twice a week when she had to work at an office closer to my place than hers. It was a nice routine: she would come over, I would make dinner, we would fuck, watch some Netflix, fuck again, and then sleep.
One of my favorite parts about Erin was how ridiculously wet she got, and easily. I could text her something during the day about wanting to bury my face in her pussy, and two minutes later I would get a picture of the wet spot in her panties. When in bad I just had to kiss her neck and run my hand up her thigh to her wet enough. Once she was wet, she needed to cum. Being so constantly horny meant that she could also have a quick orgasm.