Back in my uni days I lived in a house with two of my best friends Sarah and Simon. They were both pretty religious so we didn’t have a particularly wild time together, but they were great to live with and we are still good friends to this day. Sarah came from up north, not beyond the wall but close enough, and she had a bunch of friends up there who would sometimes come to visit her. One of these friends was called Becky, and she came to stay with us for a long weekend.
When she arrived we all headed to the pub for a drink to get properly acquainted and me and Becky instantly hit it off. She was very cute, short at about 5’3, curvy but not fat, and very pretty with fairly short brown hair, brown eyes and glasses that made her look like a sexy librarian. I, on the other hand, am big. I’m 6’4, broad, with quite a bit of muscle. I don’t work out much, so I’m not 6-pack mustly, but I could pick up a girl like Becky (literally) with ease and I can’t say that my imagination hadn’t explored the idea of manhandling her in the bedroom.