Kate was on of my uni friends. Now 35, it’d been a while since we partied hard at York. We were close, but had never been intimate, despite a few close calls when we were drunk!
Kate was successful (she’s a solicitor), very tall at 5’11”, slim with small perky tits and to be honest, hardly any arse! But she’s cute, with wavy brown hair and some freckles on her nose, plus a super cute dimple when she smiles.
I was highly sexed at uni. Taking on anything with a pulse, but Kate has a boyfriend for 2 years and was so busy with her work, didn’t hook up much in year 3. She wasn’t a prude, but she certainly wasn’t very adventurous… or so I thought.
My story begins one Friday night. I’d moved to Surrey and she was coming down for the weekend. Both single, we thought it’d be fun to grab some beers, catch up and maybe go out on the Saturday night. Her train was wildly delayed so I didn’t pick her up until gone 10pm. It was a warm evening, so we cruised home the scenic route and I suggested a pizza to take home.