This story happened about 2 years ago, but I fantasize about it from time to time. I felt like sharing the memory because I can’t talk about it in real life.
There’s a really LONG backstory. Skip to the end (PART 4 and PART 5) if you only care about the action.
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PART 1
My girlfriend, Kelly, got a text from her sister, Sara. (I’m obviously changing the names, but I’ll change as few details as possible.) Sara was moving to town from the East Coast and wanted to crash at our apartment while she looked for work. I was opposed at first because it was a one-bedroom place with a fold-out couch. I needed my space. Eventually I agreed to make Kelly happy.
Sara was 22 at the time. She had a surfer’s body that made her stand out in the Northwest: about 5’7 with tan skin, a nice butt relative to her little waist, and 9 heavy bags to unload from a Honda Civic. (If I’m going to tell the full story, I might as well vent a bit.)