This story happened on the first weekend of April. We knew each other from back in high school, hadn’t spoken properly in years but then ran into each other on a New Years party in our hometown and kept in touch. As I was curious about what this could lead to, I decided to pay him a visit in the city where he studied, 500km from where I live. This was in the beginning of March. We had an intense weekend and after that, -to the suprise of all- things took off. We texted on a daily basis and two weeks in, we started skyping every few days.
The sexual memories were still very vivid in our minds, so we kept sending pictures, some more some less revealing, and teased each other about how it had been being close and touching each other. I wrote down some of our sexual encounters, he got the links to read them.
We reached a point where the longing wasn’t fun anymore, so after four weeks being apart I went to see him again. By then he had moved, to another city, into a flat where he lived all by himself… and of course that needed to be celebrated.