Reaching limits Stories

It’d been long years, but now Annika was giving me signals. Out of practice, stammering, I invited her over Friday. But my intentions were clear. Her sultry look accompanying her “YES!” was unmistakable. Finally, this was gonna work! I drove home, elated. Amber was on the couch, texting. Who? No idea. I told her everything, carrying on like a teenager on the brink of my first feel. Amber frowned, saying, “Bad idea.” Fuck,...