My ex, let’s call him John, was and is still to this day the best fuck of my life. And I was his. What made us so great together is we were always trying to please the other. John would go out of his way to make sure I had the best orgasms of my life, while I made sure to do the same for him. However, we weren’t nearly as devoted to each other’s pleasure in the other aspects of our relationship. When he went home for the summer from college, we fizzled out without all the amazing sex. We kept in touch as friends, and agreed to see each other in the fall.
John was not incredibly tall, or by any means your perfect male specimen. He was about 5’10” with short brown hair, and brown eyes. He was definition dad bod, which turns out to be totally my thing. He had strong arms and legs, a round bum and just a bit of a beer gut. I was pretty much your average 5’4” college girl. Long brown hair with blue eyes. My body had changed a lot over the summer though. Where before I had a bit more cushion, I was now very toned. I got into lifting heavy and wound up with a gorgeous ass. I was always rather flat chested, usually in the B range, but that never seemed to bother John.