A Change Of Luck

I met Mary when I was still going to high school and I immediately fell in love with her. But, since I was very shy I could only worship her from a distance. I just loved her perfect breasts that weren’t too big but just about the right size, her curly brown hair that always smelled so sexy and her sweet ass that had the perfect bounce when she was walking. She was the kind of woman that I was too scared to approach, because I knew my failure would ruin everything. And besides, she had a steady boyfriend. Nevertheless, during my high school years we did develop a friendly relationship that was unfortunately completely platonic.

After high school we both went to the university and moved to the big city. She asked me if I would want to live with her and naturally I said yes. I never thought about how frustrating it would be to live with somebody you worship. We shared an apartment with two more girls, but the important thing for me was that Gina was there.

Life was good for me in college. I started going out, meeting new people and I was having a blast living with Mary. Our friendship was really developing, but my sexual frustration was growing. She was always telling me what a nice guy I was, and how I should meet a woman that would deserve me. She was encouraging me a lot. She always told me I should go out for a drink and meet a woman and bring her home. We had a pretty big house.

I didn’t have that much luck with women though. But my luck turned for the better! One night when I was out drinking tequila shots this hot woman approached me. She said her name was Lena, and she was 24. She had a nice body, small breasts - about a handful, and sexy curved hips. She was wearing a small shirt that was exposing her bellybutton and a skirt that almost covered her knees. She smelled like coconut.

She joined me at the bar, I bought her a drink, and we ended up talking and drinking for the rest of the evening. I liked her company, and I was almost sure she was flirting with me. So I bought her more drinks. All the alcohol loosened her up as she started behaving not very lady-like. Not that it bothered me. She took one of my cigarettes and I lit it for her. I couldn’t help but to stare at her soft red lips while she was smoking.