Yesterday, I Saw The Girl I’ve Always Wanted to Fuck

I was out with my girlfriend, grocery shopping, yesterday when — near the end of our time there — at the end of an aisle I saw Cienna, the girl I’ve probably jacked off and busted nuts to about 50+ times in the last few years.

A few years ago, I discovered her on Facebook (mutual friends) and thought she was hot as hell. I jacked off to her pictures and have done so, off and on, ever since.

A few years ago I went back to college (I’m 26 now). Last year, I had to take chemistry as part of getting my degree. As luck would have it, in the spring of 2016 I the chemistry lecture and lab class with Cienna. She was even sexier in person, wearing tight, dark jeans and leggings on some days.

I will never forget the day she wore leggings during a lab class. Good lord. I think my brain short circuited a few times.

To put it succinctly and ever so boldly without a filter: Cienna is one of the top 3 women whose ass I would love to sniff, smell, inhale, kiss, lick, slobber all over, worship and fuck!

I had my own lab partner, and another girl in the class I was interested with, but I did have a couple of interactions with Cienna, just in passing. I was cordial, respectful, obviously. At the time — and sometimes even now — I couldn’t believe that I had a class with a girl that I’d never met before that I’d spent so much time pumping my cock to! I never pursued her, because at the time she had a boyfriend… and I guess I’m not exactly her type, anyway, if you compare me to him, as I’m rather rugged looking (hairy as hell + facial hair + classic masculine traits) and he is/was boyish as hell looking. In fact, I think he’s a year younger than her!

Anyway, after the semester, I sent her a friend request on Facebook. She never accepted it, albeit she never deleted the request either. Meh, it is what it is. I was hoping she’d accept just so maybe I’d encounter some more pictures of her to cum to. I felt like she never accepted my friend request because either 1.) she forgot about who I was, or 2.) she just didn’t know enough to add me as a friend on Facebook, which is fine. Unfortunate, but fine.

Anywho, last night, at the grocery store, obviously the reasoning is likely the second one over the first one…

When we went down the aisle where I saw her, she was wearing a blue tank top and a little pair of shorts that looked incredible around her nice ass. My brain damn near short circuited again. She was with her parents, it seemed, as she must have been in, visiting, from the college she transferred to (the semester must be over). I almost felt like my girlfriend caught me looking.

When we went to go check out, they were right behind us! I didn’t look at Cienna or make eye contact, but as my girlfriend and I were walking to my car, my girlfriend asked, “Did you know that girl or something?” I said, “Huh? Why?!” and she said, “Because she kept staring at you like she knew you or something. Or maybe staring at you because she wanted to get to know you…”

My girlfriend is super fucking jealous, and I mean suuuuuuper fucking jealous.

Truth is, she probably just noticed and remembered me from chemistry last year. You know, it would be pretty awesome if she (Cienna) wanted to ‘get to know me’… I would gladly, and I mean gladly, allow that to happen in accordance to what my girlfriend believed in her paradigm of all that.

I just told my little lady, “She looks familiar; I don’t know…”

I was so horny last night that I jacked off to Cienna twice.

I just wish she’d accept my friend request.

And then let me sniff and lick her delectable, sweaty, musky, pheromonal ridden shithole.

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