Lost Virginity on Valentine's DaybySuperHeroRalph©
He sits there smoking a cigarette. Then, when I saw his car parked there one morning, I figured I'd give him a show. When Andy was leaving for work, I kissed him, French kissed him, as if we were dating. I even reached down and fondled the length of him, before reaching around to grab and squeeze his ass.
"Wow? What's that about?"
"I wanted to show you how much I love you and how much I'm still attracted to you," I said thinking to myself, in case you're wondering about a woman at the office or a woman from your past.
I never saw Charles again, after that. Gone from my mind forever, I'm glad I married Andy. Maybe he wasn't the first but, hopefully, he'll be the last. He's all the man I need.