I had a friend in high school who was three or four years older than I was. You might call her a bad girl. I was attracted to her by her long red hair, her beautiful voice, and her hot body. She had me locked away permanently in the friend zone, but I was okay because I was close to her. One night she was over to my house visiting after we had both left high school, and we spent hours talking until it was late. I offered her the choice of my bed or pull out sofa to spend the night. She chose my bed and asked if I would join her. We spent tonight with me holding her like you would a teddy bear, occasionally with my hands on her boobs. I’m certain she felt my boner poking her at some point during the night, but we didn’t do anything with it. The next morning I watched her strip naked and get dressed, and she watched me do the same. That was 1983, and there hasn’t been a week since that I haven’t fantasized about having her. I’ve been married to a wonderful woman almost 40 years, but I still have lustful thoughts for that one night spent with the redhead, and dreams about what I might have done if I was given the chance to do that again.
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