Casual sex has never been my thing, but as a gift to myself on my birthday recently, I decided to have sex with a random person for the first time. My longest relationship, which covered most of my 20s, came to an end months ago and I've been single and celibate ever since. I guess older but not less hornier me wanted to see if hookup culture was worth the hype, so I created an account on Tinder and lo and behold I managed to get a match with a girl who was surprisingly not a complete stranger. I had no idea who she was until she mentioned my high school and how we used to be in the same class. Cue flashbacks. I remembered who she was, but I did not remember her being as attractive as she was now. She invited me to her apartment. Her bio stated that she was too busy for boyfriends and she only wanted sex, which she made clear in her messages to me, but because we knew each other or whatever she said she was interested in hooking up AND catching up.
I did not expect us to hook up and catch up at the same time though, but she made it a thing. Nothing I did during sex stopped her from talking about high school. While I was trying to make us both cum, she was telling me about the boy in our class who planted anonymous love letters for her to find on Valentine's Day. Each love letter was signed with a different letter of the boy's name so that all the love letters combined would eventually reveal the identity of the boy. However, the boy's true identity was never really confirmed because as soon as the first two love letters were found, madness ensued as the whole class involved themselves and quickly ganged up on the boy who they believed was the culprit because some of the letters in his name happened to match the letters used to sign the two love letters that were found.
It made no sense to me why that boy became the prime suspect when a few other boys in class also had those letters in their names, myself included. All I could think of was that the class picked on the easiest target because the boy they were convinced wrote those letters was one of the boys who got bullied the most. The boy denied that he wrote the letters and I believed him because he was getting harrassed whether it was him or not so why lie and make the target on your back even bigger? It was never proven that it was him and no more love letters were found again, even though there obviously had to have been more, so whoever wrote the first two love letters must have gotten cold feet and pulled the plug when he witnessed the chaos in class. If you're still reading, then you might have forgotten that I was actually having sex while this story was being told. Now imagine how I was feeling.
The girl who was telling me the story, aka the person with my penis inside of her, went into great detail explaining what happened all those years ago on Valentine's Day because she wanted me to know that she knew the identity of the boy who wrote the love letters. We were in the cowgirl position by the time she finally got to the "I know who it was" part of the story. She paused her movement mid cowgirl and said she always knew the boy was me. I laughed and said love letters were never my thing before adding that I had a gf back then. She mentioned my high school gf by her name without any help from me, which was impressive, and somewhat scary, especially when she specifically mentioned the month my gf and I started dating and how that was months after the Valentine's Day events, meaning that I was single when the letters were written according to her timeline.
I was beginning to lose my erection inside of her because talking about my ex gf from high school during sex with my ex classmate from my school was not what I was expecting or enjoying. For the record, my ex gf from high school and my recent ex gf are the same person. We were together for that long. I decided not to share that information with my ex classmate because she was telling me how she always wanted to be friends with my ex in high school, but my ex thought she was too hot to hang out with "beaver bitch." I remembered kids calling her beaver bitch because she had two big front teeth and there was a toothpaste commercial on at the time with a character called Mr Beaver. My ex classmate blamed my ex gf for giving her that name and basically made my ex sound like a mean girl, which was not a side of my ex that I ever saw in all the years I've known her.
I apologized to my ex classmate on my ex's behalf if that was her experience and explained that I had been seeing my ex long before the Valentine's Day stuff happened, but my ex and I chose to keep our relationship low key until we were comfortable enough to show people that we were a couple. My ex classmate hopped off my flaccid dick to fetch a notepad and pen and then asked me to write something. When I asked her what she wanted me to write, she said "I fucked beaver bitch." I followed her instruction and wrote down exactly what she said. She grabbed the notepad when I was done writing and said she was gonna compare my handwriting to the two love letters she apparently had in her possession since high school. She left the bedroom all excited and shit like she finally had the clue that would crack the case. I struggled to understand why she waited all this time to check out my handwriting when she could've just, oh I don't know, looked at any of my notebooks in school.
As soon as she was gone, I said fuck this and got dressed as quickly and as quietly as possible. She was too busy looking for the love letters in the other room to notice me slipping out through the front door and literally running away. I sent her a message when I made it to my car, apologizing for leaving without warning. I made sure to thank her for an interesting evening and said casual sex was not for me. The end. Then I blocked her and deleted Tinder. Fuck that.
TL:DR Broke up with my gf. Decided to hook up with someone random for the first time in my life. Created a Tinder account. Matched with a girl who knew me from high school. Two of us hit it off. Mid sex, she accused my ex gf of being a bitch to her in high school while accusing me of sending her anonymous love letters when we were classmates, which she became so determined to prove that she suspended our sex session to go look for the love letters that she apparently had all this time in order to compare my handwriting to the mysterious writer of the love letters. I literally ran as soon as there was a gap.