Apologies for the incredibly bland title!
So this story happened last year in the Spring semester of college, back when social distancing just meant staying away from the person at the party that looks like they’ve had one too many.
I think a lot of the reason i’m posting this, and why i’m posting it here, is because this is one of the few times in my life that i’ve actually felt like a slut – something I usually try to stay away from (no offense!) Another large event that has had a massive impact on my free time has been the current global pandemic, which has left me with a lot of time to write, fantasize and reflect.
Finally, I feel kinda obligated to say that I love my boyfriend very much and that most of the time he’s a really great (and sweet!) guy and I really should feel bad about all of this. There was a large amount of time after this all happened that I *did* feel bad about this – but that was B.C. – before COVID. Now it’s become one of my go to fantasies.
Anyways, with that all out of the way…