*—skip to the ****** for the sexy stuff —*
One night, out dancing with friends at a club, I met a really hot guy (let’s call him Chase) and we hit it off dancing. He was with a few friends, and we only met about an hour before closing, so we didn’t get to talk much. Actually, I don’t remember much, other than stumbling down the many stairs to the sidewalk and throwing myself on him in a hug. And a few good kisses. His friends laughed as they walked to the car, and I gave him my number as they pulled him away.
He lived about 8 hours from me, so Chase and I texted for a few weeks. As much as you can have chemistry over text, we had it. It just so happened that I went to visit my friend in the same town he lived. We had been best friends for about 10 years, so we visited as best we could being that far away (and broke).
Chase and I made plans to meet up one night, around 9pm, and when he pulled up in his truck, he had a 6-pack of beer and took me to his favorite beach.