You’re still so pragmatic.

I left the door open, and you missed my point like a curveball, are you trying to dodge on purpose, or did it really just fly over your head?

I wonder.

Non the less, because of your insincerity, I feel compelled to remember you of our first time, can you recall it?

I said everything that I had too, and then you said it was okay to touch you, and so I did, at first it almost seemed like you didn’t like it, you’re breathing got heavy, and your body visibly shook, but you regained you composure with a devilish smile.

But then you proved me wrong, when I saw your pants, you said it I’d started it, now we had to finish it.

I went down on my knees and started kissing your feet, you really liked that.

Then I went up, through your thigs , kissing slowly, then I finally started.

You know what comes next, right?

It was weird at first, because I went down on you for like 20 minutes or so, and nothing happened, It wasn’t until we fully got naked and ended up on top of each other, rubbing against our own, that’s when you kissed me.

Your lips like jagged knives, at first it was soft, but then you put your tongue to mine.

After that it really felt like we both came at the same time.

Your timing was perfect.

After that we didn’t talk much, I had feared things might had become awkward. But my supsicions were denied.

We went skateboarding that night, I took a mad picture of you with my phone, you got some serious air and landed perfectly too.

Said it was your first time doing it like that, after that, I left you at your house.

You asked if we were allright.

I said sure, like a million thoughts weren’t racing through my head. Then you asked to kiss me again, and I said it was okay.

You stood on your tipy toes and pecked me on the my lips, not once but twice.

Then we kissed, under the cover of darkness, you held my hand, it lasted like 15 seconds or something like that.

But I knew right then and there, we had something special, we spoke the next day, on the phone and got a coffee later that afternoon, talked like we usually did, like nothing had happened, then I went to your apartment, and things got rowdy again.

But I might recall that story another time.

After we were done you asked me a lot of questions, who would be the bottom and who would be top, those sorts of things.

I knew you’d wanted to be the top, but that would change no later than winter of that year.

We decided to cut things off just before graduation, do you remember?

Your friend, – Daniel.