Hey. It's Diego. Will you have lunch with me tomorrow? I have a business proposition for you.

I grin as I hit send on my text. She'll wait to text me back. A half-hour, at least. She's not an impulsive person, and I know she'll get my text and chew on the inside of her sexy bottom lip and think about it. She might even frown like she did earlier when I kissed her.

She always frowns and pulls at her hair when she's feeling emotionally overwhelmed. Like when I mentioned her dad the other night. Or when she was swamped with homework in high school.

I also remember when we were dating, how I'd tried to get her to orgasm and how she frowned when she was so close. It was almost like she couldn't allow herself to let go. 

Even when I was eighteen, I was obsessed with getting her to come before me. I wanted her to feel as good as I did when she touched me. I had stroked her clit gently with my fingers, then dipped a finger inside of her. After a while, things got more intense, and my stroking was more forceful, and I penetrated her with two fingers. She spread her legs wider, and a flush spread over the tops of her breasts. But somehow, she never came. I felt like a failure but remembering how I got her worked up still turns me on. I think about her on the regular.

Back then, she'd frowned after she caught her breath, looked down and realized how wet she was and how she'd left a huge spot on her bed.

Baby, am I normal? I remember her being on the verge of tears.

I kissed her cheek and held her and told her that yeah, she was. I'd only read stuff about women, of course, watched some porn like all guys. But being with Cata was better than any video. Still is.

If only I can get another chance, I'll please her for real.

My phone buzzes. It's been five minutes since my text. I laugh when I see her number.

Sure. Where and what time? - C.

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