Valentine’s Day with a friend - Part I - Sex Stories

Valentine’s Day with a friend - Part I

It’s a cold February day, right before Valentine’s. It should be snowing this time of year, but it’s not. The weather is all fucked up nowadays, not like I used to see it almost 10 years ago, in high school. It used to start snowing in November and we had snow until late March. Not anymore. This gets me thinking about high school. I was so focused on studies and work then that I missed out on a lot of things. Dating, sex, parties. I accomplished a lot, but lost a lot too. Maybe it’s for the best this way, who knows. Ironically, while sitting at my desk thinking about this my phone rings. A number that wasn’t in my address book. — “Hello?” I said. — “Hey George”. That was a female voice which I didn’t recognise. — “Hey, who is this?” — “It’s Hildi.” Immediately, I had a smile on my face. Hildi was one of my dearest friends in high school. We were born one day apart and ever since we met we had a thing for one another. I don’t know what, maybe we liked each other’s personalities since we enjoyed talking and spending time with one another. She even hit on me a couple of times on high school but, being a stupid k** back then, I didn’t quite get what she wanted. So she eventually hooked up with someone else. I’ve actually thought about this a lot after high school and looking back, I would have loved to be romantically involved with her. Remember me saying I missed out on a lot of things? Well, there you go. — “Wow, hey. Long time no see stranger. I have your number in my phone, ...

... but I guess you changed it since I had no idea who was calling.” I said with an emotional voice. — “Yeah, that’s an old number. This is my new one so you can change it in your phone”. — “Yep, definitely.” — “So how you been Georgie? It’s been so long since we talked.” Georgie was kinda the nickname she gave me in high school. — “Yeah, good. You know, working mostly. God, it’s so nice to hear your voice. And you couldn’t call at a better time.” I said laughing. — “How so?” — “Well, I was just thinking about high school when you called me. I was looking at the weather outside and how it’s not like the winter we used to have back in the day.” — “Haha, yeah. That’s true. It’s kinda messed up now, isn’t it?” — “Yes it is. So watcha doing? You back in the country?” — “Yep. I’m here for a whole month. My b*****r’s having it’s first son baptised so I thought I’d drop in.” After high school, Hildi went to a college in a different part of the country so we kinda lost touch. After she finished she went to Spain for work. I was thinking about this at times and how well she would fit in Spain. She was always this exotic girl and I always thought she was from Puerto Rico because of the darker tones of her skin. She was local tho, just like me. But her mother had an exotic origin, altho I don’t know which one. Ever since high school I always loved the way she looked. She was a bit on the chubby side, but that wasn’t bothering me. She had a beautiful long and dark hair which would reach her ...