How can I give Katie the proper introduction? While she would be the first to admit that she is not quite the hottest girl I have had sex with, nor is she the only or even the first girl with whom I have enjoyed many depraved, exhilarating sexual experiences, the genuine, unadulterated friendship we share coupled with the boundless, sexual exploration we enjoy together certainly makes her one of my favorite people with whom to spend my time. Of course, neither one of us intends for this type of relationship to reasonably go on indefinitely, but while we’re still pretty young, we’ve certainly mastered having a good time when it comes to sex, thanks in large part to Katie’s willingness and eagerness to try anything at least once.

Katie wasn’t blessed with the petite frame that is common among most of the girls I’ve been with, but she works hard to keep her roughly 5’7″ body in shape. Beside, her slightly thicker frame brings with it big boobs and a nice ass, traits I would come to enjoy immensely over the past couple years. And although her pale skin, rosy cheeks and light freckles weren’t features I generally considered to be part of my type, she certainly knew how to use them to her advantage with some makeup and a little effort. Plus, everyone needs the experience of banging a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, which had not been the case for me until I consummated with Katie.

The beginning of Katie and my sexual journey was merely the culmination of one of the lowest points in my life. However, it turned out to be not only one of my most memorable sexual encounters, but it opened the door to some of the wildest stuff a guy could ever hope to experience. There will be more on that subject in susequent chapters, but, for now, I will focus on how Katie and I initially moved past being simply friends to the crazy, hot dynamic we have today.

For years, Katie and I had been just platonic friends. Over time, I suspected that Katie was attracted to me, but that attraction was never mutual until one especially frigid night in February 2014. That night, I let my guard down just long enough to enjoy that first episode of surprisingly wild and passionate sex with a girl whom I failed to even notice sexually prior to that event.

What had changed my mind about Katie were my personal circumstances during that point in my life. I had just been jerked around and led on for three months by a girl with whom I thought I’d have a meaningful, lasting relationship. The breakup was so abrupt and executed so poorly by my now-ex that it immediately plunged me into a near depression, and the stress of my job coupled with the unrelenting bitter weather during that season may have pushed me over that edge.

Several good friends were there to support me during that stressful time, and Katie was one of them. In reality, I hadn’t always gotten along with her perfectly, though; she was kind of selfish, immature and borderline annoying at times, but, in her defense, she was only 21 years old at the time, significantly younger than I. I kept in mind that she’d grow up and to not let incidents of normal immaturity affect our friendship. Regardless, she was very sweet and encouraging throughout those couple weeks during which I struggled, something that I can’t stress enough, because she truly was a wonderful friend to have at that time.

Maybe it was my desperate need to do anything that made me feel better during that rough patch (while remaining a responsible adult), but I began to see Katie differently. Also, after another failed attempt at a serious relationship, I was ready to give up on that notion and focus on just having fun with people I trusted. Whatever the specific reason, one day, I asked Katie if she wanted to hang out with me that coming Friday night. She happily agreed and followed up by asking if we’d be getting dinner.

“Hey, what the hell,” I said. “Let’s make it a date.”

There were plenty of factors that easily could have made my first date with Katie a disaster. Work ran late, so it was already dark by the time I got home. The temperature was 6 F when I walked out to the car to make my way to the agreed-upon restaurant. It was so cold that I wanted nothing more than to go back inside my warm apartment and just avoid what I was expecting to be an awkward evening anyway. Finally, it began to snow pretty bad once I was about halfway there, naturally, making the conditions all the more stressful.

To my surprise, however, Katie and I had a lovely time right from the start, actually. Immediately, I was stricken with how good Katie looked. For the first time, I thought she was hot — not just attractive, but bend-her-over hot. Her red dress caught my attention right away, presenting her body perfectly. The garment was short, going maybe halfway down her thighs, and low-cut, showing off just enough cleavage so as to still not be whorish. Not only did it accentuate the features I already admired, such as her red lips, big boobs and round ass, but it flipped those qualities I had previously overlooked: the garment hugged her frame flawlessly, drawing me to her hips and creamy thighs; her rosy cheeks glowed just right with the dress as well as with the makeup she wore; and her pale skin contrasted with the the clothing in the most lovely way. In addition, her blonde hair hung straight, almost touching her shoulders, with just a slight curl at the end. A lock of it hung cutely over the side of her face but carefully avoided obscuring one of her bright blue eyes.