I just found a diary from 1998 with a separate piece of paper folded into it that lists all of the women with whom I was fortunate enough to hook up with that year. When I read the name Heather I was transported back to 1998 to relive what I would now call a definite ‘gone wild story.’
To know how I came to meet Heather, you have to first know about Mark. Mark was the younger cousin of a good college friend of mine. My buddy was a couple of years older than me; his cousin was 18. I actually became pretty good friends with Mark despite his being in high school and my being in college. In many ways, Mark was more mature than his older cousin in fact. Mark did very well for himself in high school with the ladies. A lot better than I did for sure. I treated Mark as my peer and we had enough candid conversations for him to know that I loved eating pussy and the hairier the better. As I said, Mark was a mature guy, and he didn’t judge me for my preference though ‘the bush’ was on the decline at this point in ’98. Mark was also privy to enough conversations with me, his cousin, and our other friends to know that I wasn’t afraid of a little vaginal odor. My friends were merciless on me, always joking that I only eat out stinky pussies. Mark, however, never judged or made similar remarks.