So if you don’t like long stories with drawn out back stories and character set ups, I’d skip to the second set of dash lines.
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So for this story there’s a lot of back story and context. And fair warning the two people depicted in this story, are very awkward human beings. I would like to play up I was some bomb ass sex goddess that swept this boy off his feet, and showed him a real woman. But that is not the case here, well I guess later on it was the case, but the lead up to it certainly was not that.
Now let’s get the juicy bits, I met T around six months before this event took place, he immediately struck my eye. He was the epitome of my type he had long to his shoulders black hair that curled, he was 6’0 tall, had the whole 90s grunge boy aesthetic going on. Everything to get my gears turning, I was practically drooling when my best friend introduced us. Now I am the epitome of the shy and quiet girl. We’re freaks in the sheets but shy getting to the point there. Unluckily for me he was the exact same way. He was sweet but dorky, but really hot so I’ll let it slide. (Putting this disclaimer here in case he reads this.)