I’m a 29 year old student. That’s a little old, but I spent six years in the navy, mostly on subs. After my honorable discharge I needed to do something that wouldn’t box me in, and I really needed a woman. I had met plenty of girls on leaves, but now I was out of the navy, studying engineering, and in need of pussy in the worst way. If I’d have known about Adult Friend Finder in the Navy, I might never have quit. There’s plenty of hot tight ass at the university, and most of it was eight years younger than me or more. The girls loved to hear my stories about being in the navy, but I guess I just wasn’t what they were looking for, because the flirting never got any further than that. Every Sunday I did my laundry at the Fat Cat Laundry down the road from my studio apartment. A really really good looking woman worked there, and I looked forward to seeing her every week. She had a boyfriend, so I never bothered to hit on her and risk losing the flirtation we did have going. She was into tattoos, and her boyfriend was a tattoo artist. I liked her dangerous look, and I know she had more than just me wrapped around her finger. She flirted with every guy that walked into the place. One day things changed. I was doing laundry that Sunday as usual when I noticed that Jane, the pretty woman, had a sour look on her face. “Is everything okay?” I asked as I handed her a ten for change. “Everything will be fine. It’s that asshole boyfriend of mine. He fucked some chick last night in our truck. That bastard!” “You should get him back,” I said, always the devil’s advocate. “You’re absolutely right,” she agreed. “And you’ll help me,” she insisted. Before I could say anything Jane came out from behind the counter, took my hand and pulled me to the office in the back. She locked the door behind us and kissed me hard on the mouth. ”You like me, don’t you?” she whispered into my neck. “I’ve seen you watching me. I like it a little rough. Take me like a man would, like a soldier,” she panted huskily into my ear. Fifteen minutes later we made our way back to the front. “My boyfriend doesn’t cheat on me,” Jane laughed. “He uses Adult Friend Finder. You should to, you’d fit the necessary profile,” she said and rubbed the front of my pants. My cock still throbbed. “What’s Adult Friend Finder?” I asked Jane.