Breanna was a, cute, "chunky," blonde, woman, with round, glasses, that I met back in high school. We didn't date or sleep together, we just knew each other and she was dating other guys. Both of us kept our virginities until our, adult, college days.
While in college, I was working as a radio announcer at a station in Los Angeles. Our FM signal reached past San Diego where Breanna moved with her former boyfriend. After hearing me on the air, Breanna called our studio line to strike up a friendship. At first, I wasn't interested as she'd shared virginities with one of my college friends and later moved in with her boyfriend. She wasn't a sleaze, she was a sexually-active adult, while I was a frustrated, inexperienced, lover, who was getting rejected by sexually-active women who wanted to sleep with an experienced lover.
The subject of my frustration and inexperience became a topic of discussion with Breanna.
At 23, Breanna was a year younger than me, lost her v-card at 21, and had "issues" with her ex-boyfriend who: 1) Kept demanding that she lose 30 pounds. 2) Get contact lenses. 3) Do anal. 4) Do a FFM threesome. She launched the jerk and wanted to date me-including sex.
"I haven't been touched for months," Breanna said. "My girl-parts need your man."
I was finally ready to enjoy more passion, and agreed to drive to San Diego for lunch with Breanna, and to see what happened, sexually.
We met at the, original, Rubio's Fish Tacos, near Mission Bay, enjoyed our lunch, walked the boardwalk at Pacific Beach where we enjoyed holding hands and experienced our first kiss-which lasted several minutes.
Ready for more loving, Breanna invited me to her condo "for a few days." Translation: She wanted my cock-and plenty of my cock.