We cuddled

I heard the shower in the bathroom. Meg was probably going to be a while. I stripped down and crawled into the bed in my underwear. I laid my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes.

I woke up when I felt the bed move. Meg crawled into bed next to me. I groggily said, “You can sleep in the other bed. You don’t have to sleep with me.”

She said, “Can we cuddle? I’ll be big spoon.”

I turned over on my side and Meg snuggled up next to me. My body fit perfectly inside hers. Her arm wrapped around my chest, her nose almost brushing my hair.

She whispered, “So I’m sorry about this trip. It’s all my fault. I’m a horrible maid of honor.” I lay silently and listened. She continued whispering, “But it was really nice seeing you again. After that summer ended, I really missed you.”

Her arm moved and I felt her fingers inching their way down my abdomen. She said, “We had a lot of fun that summer. There’s one thing that always comes to mind when I think of that summer. Want to know? Not the beautiful lakes or all the adventures. No. My most vivid memory is how your dick felt in my hand.”

Her hand grazed past my belly button. She rested it on the bulge in my underwear. “Honestly yours was only the second penis I’d ever touched. It was much bigger than my first, so I thought my first boyfriend just had a small penis. But then I described it to Carol and Jess, they went wild. They confirmed that you were big. The first thing I do with a new partner is wrap my hand around their dick to see how they measure up to you.”

Her dirty talk hardened my cock. Her hand went under the band of my underwear. She wrapped her fingers around me. She said, “Just how I remember. So thick.” Her hand squeezed then released. “I still haven’t been with many men, but no one has been close to your girth. My last boyfriend had a really big dick. So long. I could wrap both my hands around it and still suck the tip. But he wasn’t meaty enough.” She gripped and jerked my dick. She whispered in my ear, “I’ve used the memory of your dick to purchase toys. I put them in me and think of you.”

I finally spoke up and asked, “Do you want to experience the real thing?”