When I was in college a while ago,* I had friend, Mike. Our third year or so, he started dating Amber. She was a cute, girl-next-door type with nice curves, fair skin, and red hair. At the time, I didn’t give her much of a thought—she was just my friend’s girlfriend. For what it’s worth, I’m a fairly athletic guy, handsome, but not overwhelmingly so.
Mike and I shared a place during our last year of college. I was up late, playing a game on my computer or something, when I noticed that I was not just hard, but aroused (short of breath and slightly lightheaded). You know how you sometimes don’t notice a noise until it’s gone quiet? I realized that I heard Mike and Amber fucking—they probably started quiet and got progressively louder—and only noticed when they finished.
Mike and Amber eventually moved in together. We stayed close after college and our friend group hung out at Mike and Amber’s place a lot. I had the occasional lustful thought. These were exacerbated by details I learned from hanging out with them—like the number of guys she slept with during her gap year before college or how she would call Mike when the guys were out and ask him to come home early to fuck.