Apologies for any typos or a lack of literary flair, penning this tale took longer than I anticipated quite simply because within a few minutes of sitting down and beginning to write, I find myself rock-hard…and besides, I’ve always been one for procrastination via masturbation.
For the sake of confidentiality, we’ll call her Alyssa.
She’d caught my eye on campus from the moment we both arrived, and at a fancy dress party, I asked for her number. She gave me it and I sent a follow-up text the next morning, raising the proposition of our going for a drink together. However, she told me that she was seeing someone at present, and, in her slightly intoxicated state, that she hadn’t twigged that my asking for her a number was an approach to being more than friends.
A few weeks later, I’d asked her to my dorm room to help me with an Australian accent for a play I was doing, as I’d found out her mom was from Sydney. Having been incentivised to clean my room my her upcoming visit, she came by and recorded some dialogue for me. I had some cake left over from my birthday and so I offered her a slice, and after bit of chit-chat, she went on her way.