<p>From: sweetsammie@gmail.com</p><p>To: todd102@gmail.com</p><p>Date: January 18, 2019</p><p>Subject: A Date</p><p>Hey Honey,</p><p>I’m sorry I had to cancel our plans last night. I know you were excited about, well, having a little bit of fun :)</p><p>There was a reason though. I know I shouldn’t be doing this over email, but this seems like the best way to me.</p><p>The thing is, I went on a date with someone else last night. I know that before Christmas break I said we were exclusive, but I couldn’t help myself. Don’t be mad.</p><p>I promise, I’m not breaking up with you. I’m really not. It was just, well, he kind of surprised me by asking me out and I said yes before I’d even really thought about it. I figured it would be harmless, you know?</p><p>After I said yes I felt bad about canceling on Jason (that’s the guy, by the way. You don’t know him). So I just went out with him. That’s it.</p><p>So I guess the first thing I should do is apologize. I probably should have told you. I probably should have canceled.</p><p>I know you were probably hoping you’d get to fuck me last night, so I’m sorry about that too. I know you miss me. I know you miss my pussy. Is it okay if I say that? Did I just make it so you’re thinking about my pussy right now? Sorry about that. Well, not really. You know I love to play.</p><p>I know what you might be thinking. No, Jason didn’t fuck me last night. You’re still the only guy that’s enjoyed my pussy since we started dating. It’s been almost four months, by the way. Can you believe that? I never would have imagined I’d spend four months of my first year at college dating just one guy.</p><p>Anyway, Jason didn’t fuck me. I promise, he didn’t. There are a few things I need to tell you about, though.</p><p>First, we did hold hands a little. We were walking from the restaurant to the movie theater and he just took my hand in his. I thought it was so sweet and romantic that I didn’t want to stop him. Most guys aren’t like that. For some reason they seem to think that holding hands with a girl is stupid or that it somehow makes them gay. It’s the weirdest thing.</p><p>Plus, it felt kinda good holding hands with him. Is that weird? Is that okay? Are you mad at me right now? Don’t be mad at me.</p><p>We saw “Glass”, by the way. Neither of us was really into it. I mean, I think we both found it pretty boring.</p><p>Did I mention that he held my hand in the theater? Yeah, he did. I figured since I’d already let him hold my hand on the way over that there was no harm in letting him do it in the theater, too.</p><p>I mentioned that the movie was boring because of the next thing I’m about to say. Jason kissed me. Well, I guess it’s probably more accurate to say that it started with him kissing me. Then it transitioned to us kissing. Then it was us making out.</p><p>We were in one of the back rows and there was no one behind us. It was probably an hour into the movie. We’d been holding hands for most of the movie. He’d been softly caressing my skin. You’ve done that before. That little touching that always feels so good. I love that.</p><p>Anyway, he was doing it too and it was making me feel really good. Like, really good. Is that horrible to say? Am I driving you crazy right now? Do you totally hate me?</p><p>Don’t hate me. I promise, it was just a little kissing.</p><p>Well, I guess there was a tiny bit of touching, too. I was wearing that super soft white sweater that you love so much and I think Jason couldn’t help but want to touch it a little. It started when he leaned closer as we were kissing. His hand found my waist and then moved up a little higher.</p><p>Yeah, he touched my breasts a little. It was just a little, though. It was over the shirt, too. I don’t know why I didn’t stop him. I know I should have. I know I’m your girlfriend and I was just on the date with him because I felt really bad about canceling it after I said yes.</p><p>It’s just…it felt kind of good. Well, it felt really good. It did. I’m sorry. I know it’s horrible. I didn’t stop him because I wanted him to touch my breasts. I wanted to feel his hand on them. I wanted him to squeeze them a little. I was wearing that really simple sheer bra that you love too. There isn’t much to the material, so it kind of felt like he was playing with my tits without anything on them.</p><p>That was it, though. I didn’t do anything with him. I still love your cock. I promise. I’m looking forward to having it inside me again soon. I really am.</p><p>I’m sorry about the wall of text. It just felt like there was so much to say, you know? I’ll text you soon and you and I can have a date.</p><p>Talk to you then,</p><p>Sammie</p><p><img data-media-id="45043965" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>From: sweetsammie@gmail.com</p><p>To: todd102@gmail.com</p><p>Date: January 19, 2019</p><p>Subject: Re: A Date</p><p>Hey Honey,</p><p>Okay, so, I feel bad. I left something out of that email I sent yesterday. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I was being honest about everything else and I should have just been completely honest. I don’t know why I wasn’t.</p><p>I’m going to do that now, though. Okay?</p><p>Don’t worry. Jason and I didn’t do anything more than kissing and a little bit of groping. It’s not that. I didn’t fuck him.</p><p>It was something that I did. Just me. After the date. In my room.</p><p>I masturbated. I know that’s not a problem. Girls masturbate too, after all. The thing that I feel bad about is that I was thinking of Jason when I did. I’m sorry!</p><p>I know that’s terrible. I know it is. I know I’m not supposed to fantasize about another guy when I masturbate.</p><p>It just happened, though. He popped into my head. I was under the covers in bed with a hand in my panties. I had my eyes closed. Then he just showed up.</p><p>I suppose it shouldn’t be all that surprising. I mean, I did do some serious kissing with him and it really turned me on. Is that a horrible thing to say to you? I’m sorry if it is. It’s true, though. It’s the reason I masturbated. I was so wet when I got back to my room that I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t believe how soaked my panties were when I changed into my pajamas. I just had to put a hand down there. I just had to play.</p><p>So I guess it’s not a shock that Jason is the one that popped into my head. He was responsible for the wetness. He was the one that made my pussy so hot and needy.</p><p>So, yeah, now you know. I masturbated while thinking about Jason. I had a really good orgasm, too. Like, really good. Is that terrible to say? I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that.</p><p>I’m sorry I didn’t text yesterday. I’ll text you today, I promise. I think I’m free tonight. Maybe we could get together. Maybe you could make me cum. Wouldn’t that be fun?</p><p>Sammie</p><p><img data-media-id="45043969" src="/31/02/3102563e4639f840c5fabc279401de07e886e55dd9f590589428183860ae44b4.jpg"></p><p>From: sweetsammie@gmail.com</p><p>To: todd102@gmail.com</p><p>Date: January 26, 2019</p><p>Subject: Re: A Date</p><p>I was just thinking about Wednesday night. I was thinking about how much you seemed to enjoy my pussy. Did you enjoy it as much as it seemed?</p><p>It felt like you fucked me a little harder than usual, like you had a little more desire pumping through you. Am I crazy or was there something going on there? Were you a little jealous, maybe? Did that jealousy drive you to work a little harder?</p><p>You made me cum, you know. I’m pretty sure you came harder – it seemed like the best orgasm you’ve ever had, honestly – but it was lovely to be with you again.</p><p>Just keep that in mind when I tell you what I have to tell you. Yeah. I’m about to apologize again.</p><p>I didn’t have any plans to see Jason. I actually turned him down when he asked me on another date. I’m your girlfriend. I told him that. He was actually really polite about it.</p><p>He was at the party I went to last night. It was at a frat house. Obviously they’re not supposed to have any drinks there, but you know how that works. It turns out there were a few drinks.</p><p>I’d had one by the time I saw Jason. I was going to stay away. I really was. He came over, though. I figured we’d just talk. I mean, it’s not like we were on a date. We were both at the same party. That was all.</p><p>At first, that’s all we did. We talked. We sipped our drinks. We laughed a little. Then, somehow, it turned to flirting. Or maybe it was flirting the whole time. I don’t really know.</p><p>We ended up in a corner of the room. I had my back against the wall and Jason was leaning next to me. I hadn’t really gotten dressed up for the party – I have a boyfriend, after all – so I was in a pair of jeans and a sweater (it’s been cold!). At one point Jason reached out and just sort of caressed my waist. It was through the sweater so it wasn’t super intimate or anything, but it felt good.</p><p>I looked up at him and the conversation stopped. It wasn’t awkward, though. There was a connection. His hand moved down and under my sweater. He caressed my bare skin. He was just touching my stomach and my side, but it was electric.</p><p>I should have walked away at that moment. I really should have. I should have ignored what I was feeling, handed Jason my cup, and left the party. I should have texted you, come to your room, and spent the rest of the night in your arms.</p><p>I didn’t do that, though. I’m so sorry. I should have, but I didn’t. Instead, I let Jason kiss me. He leaned down and hesitated for a moment. He was waiting to see if I was into it. He didn’t want to force himself on me. I moved closer to his lips. I wanted it. Fuck, I feel so terrible. I wanted him to kiss me and I made it perfectly clear.</p><p>So he kissed me. It was such a good kiss. I’m sorry. I know that’s horrible to say, but it was. It felt so good. His lips were soft and eager against mine. His tongue was so skillful as it moved into my mouth.</p><p>I loved how he pulled me against his body. I loved the way it made me feel like he wanted me.</p><p>Can I tell you something else? Don’t be mad. I kind of loved the way it made him hard. I could feel it. I could feel his bulge pressing against me as we kissed.</p><p>I didn’t mean for any of it to happen. I didn’t plan it. I had no idea Jason was going to be there. I shouldn’t have kissed him. I shouldn’t have enjoyed it so much. Fuck, I really shouldn’t have enjoyed it so much.</p><p>At least I turned him down when he asked me go to back to his room. He wanted to fuck me. I know he did. I could literally feel his desire to fuck me.</p><p>I told him I couldn’t. I told him I was with you. He seemed a little disappointed, but he was really turned on, so I guess I can’t blame him.</p><p>I left the party a little after the kissing. Part of it was that I felt bad. I did something I shouldn’t have. Part of it, if I’m being honest (and I really do want to be honest with you) was that I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop myself from kissing him again if he tried. He wasn’t the only one that was aroused.</p><p>I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that you saw me last night. You’re thinking that you fucked me last night. You’re thinking that you commented on how wet my pussy was last night.</p><p>You’re probably putting it together. I came to your room after the party. I came to your room after I’d kissed Jason. I sat on your cock and rode you after I’d made out with another guy.</p><p>I’m sorry I did that. I shouldn’t have. I should have just gone back to my room and masturbated. I wanted you, though. I wanted to feel you inside me. I wanted to feel your throbbing cock. I wanted to feel you cumming. I wanted you to make me cum.</p><p>I hope you’re not too mad. I hope it doesn’t annoy you too much that you kissed the lips of a girl that had been making out with another guy. I hope you don’t mind that I was gently sucking on his tongue before I sucked on yours.</p><p>I hope you still want to date me. I won’t do anything with Jason again, I promise. I made a mistake last night. I won’t do it again.</p><p>I’ll talk to you soon,</p><p>Sammie</p>