Memory

When I was 19 over the summer between freshman and sophomore year, I stayed with a classmate at her folks house. At a party that summer her neighbor who was married and older talked to me for a while. He was charming and handsome and only about late 3os. In the middle of that night he had gotten my cell from her and texted me. He had been so charming and I knew it was risky but I went outside where he met me. In her parents backyard we talked for like two hours and then he came into me. I was on a porch swing and all he did was go down on me. I had never had anyone so that right. He never even took off his pants or tried to put my hand anywhere. I guess the confession is I still think about this even when I’m with my husband now. This site made me think of it.