So I took off all my shit, and we just fucking knocked it out. I mean, she loved being fucked while she’s walking, so she wanted to cover as many different parts of that building as possible. It was really crazy. And she would, like, put her foot up around my neck, so she’s standing with one leg around my neck, and I was banging her standing up. We were, like, trying to basically act out the Kama Sutra, you know. It was fucking crazy, sweaty, stinky, and nasty. And that’s what made it fun, you know.

For that one fucking point in my life, I was able to let go of all my fucking rules of what is right, what I should do. And all this shit that really came from a place of fear, you know. I was just letting my fear get the best of me, and Becky really blew all that fucking shit away. I mean, literally. She sucked my dick several times, but she blew that shit away by telling me, “You know, you have to get out of your secret hidden place, because the more you stay within your comfort zone, the more the walls of your comfort zone become prisons. Ultimately, you’re the only person in charge of your personal happiness. And happiness can also be reached through exercising your curiosity.” So we just banged the fuck out of that building.

I never saw Becky again after that. Several years later, I met up with a friend of mine, and we were talking about our college years and using sites like FindFuckFriends. Becky came up, and just for shits and giggles, we decided to look her up on LinkedIn on our mobile phones. Lo and behold, Becky is now a congressional senior staffer for a heavy hitter in Washington, D.C. That chick knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it. More power to her. Thank you, Becky, for popping my adult dating cherry. She was definitely my Berkeley adult dating bear.