Jenny and I dated many years ago, but the relationship didn’t work out. We were simply too young to commit to a lifetime together. But I often thought about sex with her when I jacked off.

To my delight, we recently met up again. Although we didn’t have sex right away, we got reacquainted and became friends and confidantes — just like old times. That doesn’t mean I didn’t think about fucking her. Every time she called, I hoped she’d say she wanted to take our friendship to the next level. Our get-togethers were laced with sexual tension that was impossible to ignore.

One night, after weeks of heavy flirtation, Jenny and I returned to my apartment after dinner, locked the door, and turned to each other. Both of us were burning up in anticipation of satisfying the desires that had been building.... Read More