The first time the ‘just close your eyes and think of Europe’ line applied was also the first time a guy ever went down on me.
This had been a long time coming.
Not because of any particular attraction I felt towards this person, but because we’d been explicitly told not to do it.
Another girl he’d been hooking up was a friend of mine, and one night she called me while messaging him – telling me if anything happened between us she could no longer be my friend, while telling him she would not be comfortable with him hooking up with me specifically, but of course their relationship was just casual and of course he could hook up with other girls and of course she was a ‘cool girl’ who could handle it all.
There’s something always fascinating in the forbidden, isn’t there? That desire to touch which can…
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