So, in my [previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8dvte9/she_came_she_saw_she_fucked/?st=jgax8bze&sh=ab67bab1), I told you about Liz and I’s first time, sort of. We went along like that for a few months, handjobs and fingering, though of course I was anxious to fuck her. But, it never happened, and we broke up. Not acrimoniously, though it was clear she still wanted to be together.
A year passed, and I saw through Facebook that Liz had moved on, and had a boyfriend at her own college. I went through fraternity pledging, and had plenty of fun with some other women (more stories? Perhaps…), eventually entering my sophomore year with my own room at the house. One night, drunk and bored, I texted Liz and said something along the lines of “miss u, sorry we haven’t talked for a while”. She responded, clearly stone-cold sober, “That’s not all I miss. What are you doing tonight?” It was 11 pm, so I knew exactly what she meant. We texted back and forth, flirting with each other, and eventually she decided she’d come over. “But not to fuck. OK? Just to hang out”. Of course, we both knew how absurd that statement was.