sex stories

i wanted to get with a guy who lived in a caravan out the back of a shop. dark curly hair and i guess an air of unavailability that made him exciting to pursue ( or perhaps safe to pursue?). he wouldn’t get with me, something about being friends with Pete. i had forgotten about Peter. Pete wore those brown threaded bracelets surfy guys seem to wear. i think he was nice, at least, he was nice to me. maybe that was so I’d sleep with him. i remember people telling me he was a player. he pretended to be sick when i asked him to hang out. i saw him at the pub later with another girl.