I had just broken up with my long term girlfriend. I was in a New England college, many miles from her (and home), and I was, bluntly, horny.
A girl stopped by our group's dorm suite, as part of a group that was visiting some other guys in another room. The girl, Emmaline, and I started chatting. After an hour or so (It WAS over 40 years ago!) we went into my room (I had a single room -- I'm very much a neatnik and treasure my privacy) and kept talking. She was a cute girl, long brown hair (she was part French and part American Indian), modest bust, and quite slim.
I guess, in total, we talked for about 2-3 hours, when she abruptly asked if I'd like her to stay the night. Of course!
She was my regular for about two months, during which time I discovered she had a lot of emotional baggage (as did I!). She really needed a lot of care and attention -- I suspect she'd been abused when young (as I had been) and needed the commitment I couldn't give. So, when my long-term girlfriend and I got back together (we've been married for nearly 45 years), I had to break up with Emmaline.
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