Melting the IcebyJayDavid©
I got back into the bed before Tess returned, and was treated to a view of her firm breasts and sexy pussy walking toward me, topped by her smiling face. Unfortunately, she started getting dressed, so I did the same.
"I have to get home," she said, kissing me and hugging me with a passion I felt was more intense than before. "By the way, why did you close the curtains?"
"Um, I thought we needed some privacy," I responded.
If this were a story, and not real life, I would tell you about how Tess and I made up for lost time, having constant sex for the rest of the summer, at college and afterwards; that the former prude became a nymphomaniac and we lived happily ever after in a nonstop sexual carnival.
But life isn't that easy. Tess still had issues, and there were long stretches that she would barely let me touch her, and others when we had great sex. It was difficult, but she was worth it to me, and eventually, with time and some therapy, both individually and as a couple, she mostly got over it.
That's right. In real life, Tess and I got married, had a pretty awesome sex life, great jobs and three beautiful daughters, all of whom are lucky enough to look more like their mother than me. Because sometimes, real life ends up as a great story.