In my last year of college, I was with the girl of my dreams. I literally stole her from her boyfriend. The two of us worked together and would often go out for drinks after, and one night I just grabbed her and kissed her before saying goodbye. The next few months we spent almost every waking moment together. We’d go to work together, we’d come back to my place and fuck all night, in the morning she’d go home to shower and change, then we’d meet up and go into work together and do it all over again. Then I moved across the country for a new job, and we figured we’d try to do long distance. I was paid well and flew her out to visit me, we fucked all the time again including in a bunch of bushes on the side of the road after we came home from a bar one night. But I was also an emotionally maladjusted retard in my 20s. She moved in with a group of girls and guys, one of whom I was a prototypical stud that I was extremely jealous of. The first time I went beck to visit her I sperged out and screamed at her in front of everyone as she was piss-drunk hanging over the toilet. Against both of our better judgment, I somehow convinced her to forgive me. Later that year she invited me to Thanksgiving with her family. We were driving out to their place and I started fingering her along the way. She was soaking wet and decided we needed to pull over. The closest thing off the highway was a school so we jumped a fence and fucked right there. That was the last time I had sex with her.

picrel is from one of our skype sessions