Benches Stories

I was nineteen when I met Jeannie during my first week at college. She was a tall and tanned brunette with long flowing hair. Her drop dead gorgeous looks were combined with a slender body and an outstanding personality. At first our interactions consisted of nothing more than exchanging pleasantries as I was still a little shy. It was less than a year ago I had been in a relationship with Crystal, the mother of a girl I...