You never expect the “one who got away” to come back.

I’d had a wicked crush on Matt, who’d lived next door. We were both just starting our adult lives, and I finally got up the nerve to blurt out my feelings for him. He gently took my hand, told me he liked me, too, but said he was going off to college and didn’t think long-distance romances ever ended well.

I went home with a pain in my heart and an ache in my pussy. In the end, I suppose it was kind of comical. Young love is like that — especially the unfulfilled sort. In retrospect, I realized I should have just jumped his bones that night, even knowing it might be the one and only time for us. At least I would have that single fine fuck to remember him by.

Then, many years later, I learned he was coming back... Read More