I hadn’t seen my old high school friend Alex since graduation, but when we ran into each other at a bar last weekend, it felt like no time had passed at all. We caught up for a while before he suggested we continue our conversation somewhere more private. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go back to his place or not, but curiosity got the better of me, and we ended up going back to his apartment. We talked for a while longer after we got there, and then things started to get steamy.
He kissed me passionately, and I couldn’t resist returning the favor. Before long, we were naked together, exploring each other’s bodies in ways we never had before. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and we both knew that this could turn into something serious. But then, reality hit. We were both tired, and it was starting to get late. Alex suggested we call it a night, and I agreed.
As we lay in bed afterwards, though, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of regret. This was the first time we had slept together, and I knew that it probably wouldn’t happen again. But even so, I couldn’t deny how much I had enjoyed myself. In the end, we parted ways with a promise to keep in touch.
Although I knew that things might never be the same between us, I also knew that I would always cherish the memories of that one incredible night.