I can remember that day as if it was yesterday. That was the day I first saw you in my class. It was doing freshmen year when I first laid eyes on you. Your name was Matt; you were 5'10 and 200 pounds. You had light brown skin and a body that would just make me melt (you were not fat you had muscles), and those arms looked liked they could hold onto me so tight and just squeeze all the pain I felt out of my soul. I knew that I was not your type because guys like you have a thing for fast girls and I wasn't fast and good looking. I was 5'3 and 250 pounds and fat everywhere. Every time I laid my eyes on you I would image just the two of us having wild, hot, passionate sex but every two weeks I saw you with a different girl. You would love them as if they were a goddess. Just seeing you made me feel even more like dirt. Yes we spoke a couple of times mostly when I said "hi" to you. You would nod back or just ignore but one day you had stopped and talked with me. When that happen I was on cloud nine. After that day I knew we were meant to be together.
That night masturbated by remembering the sound of you voice. That night I cum so much that I had to change my sheets in the morning. From then on I continued to masturbate just thinking about you. If was as if I saw your face I would feel my juices escaping from me easily knowing that fact that we became friends. I managed my sexual feelings. Years passed during that time there was parties, school, pledging and more parities. Finally senior year arrived. Yes I was still a virgin and you were still looking sexy as hell. So after graduating from college we went our separate ways. From that day on I thought I would never see you again, luckily for me faith had plains for me and you.