Text an Ex

A goal begins to form in your head; to see how many different women you can fuck in a single day. You figure the best way to pad your score is to go for the low-hanging fruit first. The first person to pop into your head is Lucy. Lucy is a petit little Latina, standing only 5' 3" and weighing maybe a 100 lbs soaking wet. She's 22, but regularly gets mistaken for younger. Her long, brown hair falls past her mid-back, and has brown, bordering on hazel, eyes. Her cupid bow lips sit below a soft, slightly tipped up nose. She's got a curvy little ass, that you wouldn't expect to see on such a tiny girl, A-cup tits with light brown, quarter-sized areola and she always keeps her pussy smoothly shaved. You don't know if you'd actually call Lucy your "ex". The two of you were more like fuck-buddies, but never exclusive to each other. You ended things between the two of you when you started getting serious with Tia, but Lucy was fine with it and never held it against you telling you at the time. "If you ever get bored with her, you know how to reach me."

Grabbing your phone, you send her a text. "U around?"

You don't have to wait long for her reply. "Yeah. Why?"

Lucy never required a lot of sweet talk or romance before sex, she just needed to be in the mood; and she was almost always in the mood. Usually a text saying "sex?" would, more often than not, get a "yes" reply. Even so, you figure it might be a better idea to be vague in your text and not leave incriminating evidence behind. "OK if I come over? I'd like to get caught up ;)"

"Sure. Now?"

"Yeah."

"OK. C U soon."

Lucy is still living at home with her parents, in a pretty wealthy neighborhood, not far from your place. You decide to walk there, not wanting to leave your car parked in front of her house for others to see. Stepping out your front door, you begin the 10-minute journey to her place, hoping the second half of today will be as much fun as the first.