It Don't Count If You Don't Cum
Disclaimer: The names in this story have been changed to protect the guilty, namely me and Emily. Some secrets are best left buried, but this one? It’s worth telling, even if it’s a little messy. --- Vanessa and I had been on this chaotic rollercoaster for about two years. Not long in the grand scheme of things, but plenty of time to rack up dizzying highs, crushing lows, and more frustration than I care to admit. I’d known her for over a decade, though. Back when I first met her as a teenager, she was the kind of girl who made you forget how to form sentences just by being in the same room. Finally, after years of being on separate pages of the same messy coloring book, we were in sync or as close as we’d ever get. Tonight was supposed to be the night. Two years’ worth of teasing, near-misses, and unspoken tension had all led to this moment. Derek’s birthday wasn’t a distraction from the plan between Vanessa and I. it was part of the night we’d planned around. He was stuck working lat...