One of my biggest regrets since I became sexually active was that I didn’t get to fuck Nancy, a girl I’d once dated in college.

I had known Nancy since high school and thought she was absolutely gorgeous, but then I have always had a penchant for big-breasted, flat-stomached women, which, by coincidence, describes Nancy perfectly.

She’d been on my mind a lot lately, and I remembered that we had made a bet over which team would win the 1991 Super Bowl. The loser was to pick up the tab for dinner at a posh restaurant. We’d broken up just before the week of the game, and I’d never had to make good on my (losing) end of the wager.

After letting my fingers do the walking through the phone book, I decided to call her. Once the small talk was out of the way, I told her that... Read More