Meet Kayla for coffee

Kayla was sitting in the corner of the cosy café, scrolling her phone, when I entered. She was undeniably the hottest of the women I had been with so far in my life. Her blue summer dress was filled out perfectly by her 5'9 hourglass body and big, firm titties. The blue color contrasted with her red hair and slightly tan skin.

She put the phone down and got up to hug me. I could spend ages looking into those clear, blue eyes. We sat down, and she sighed.

"I can't believe I'm going to do this thing. I mean, you're even more handsome and fit than I remembered."

"It's only been a day..."

"Yeah, I know, but I can't stop thinking about you and how you are not good for me."

I was taken aback.

"Huh?" I said, sitting back with my arms crossed.

"Don't get me wrong, I was having fun last night. Lots of fun."

She smiled. That gorgeous smile. I couldn't help but recall how her sweet face had looked with my cum all over it. She continued in a hushed voice, anxious that other people might pick up on our conversation. But the café was less than half-full.

"See, that's it, I know what you're thinking right now. And it's fine. College is about having fun and experiencing new things. I even didn't mind... Claire being there. Fine, I'll admit it was even kinda exciting."

She looked around, then leaned forward and whispered. "And you're the best fuck of my life, Mike. Make no doubt about it."

"So what exactly are you saying? Why don't you want to --"

"We're looking for different things. I get it. You're hot, you have that amazing... thing. You want to have lots of sex with lots of different women. But I'm not into sharing."

"I see," I replied and took a sip of her coffee cup.

She looked at me, quizzically, then shook it off.

"That's fine though. We're both adults and we had fun. Now we are looking for different things."

She sat back, waiting for my reply.

"Right?"