I found your old letters today, tucked between old books and photographs. The discovery made me laugh, and I wondered how you would feel seeing them again, the letters you wrote when we first fell in love.
“I dream of that first time, under the wisteria”, I read, suddenly tumbling back to that hot afternoon in your parent’s backyard. We were lying on the grass, too hot to move after riding our bikes, when you suddenly picked me up and threw me in the pool, clothes and all.
“You were so pissed, but it was part of my plan.” Yes, I remember. You got me so mad I was shocked stiff when you kissed me, and by the time I knew what was happening, I was yours. It didn’t take long before we were both naked, before I climbed on your stiff cock right there in the pool and fucked you senseless.
Good thing your parents weren’t home.
It was my first time and yours, that summer before college when everything seemed possible, and we were ready to conquer the world. We took every chance we could to be together, tongue fucking and dick sucking under the wisteria whenever we were alone. I loved the taste of your warm champagne, and you always got me begging for it, sucking on my nipples until all I could see were stars.
The memories of those days get me wet as I put the old letters on the kitchen table. I will read them to you tonight. And then, we will make new make new memories together.