I (f20) don’t regret it (part one)
I’m writing this with a sore pussy and a hangover after canceling my shift at work ….
I replied to his (m20) story on Instagram and that’s how it all started . Like a domino falling one decision leading to another .
For description purposes . I’m a slim , small boobs , small ass , socially awkward with a lot of dark humour 20 year old bisexual African female around 5’4 .
And he (Chris ) is a 5’8 -20 year old African male , he is kind of cute , dating his high school — I don’t know how to describe males because I tend to avoid males by claiming I’m an actual lesbian
I’m really bad at describing…. but go to ######### for the actual story
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After replying to his story , we started hanging out every single week just talking as friends because I’m “lesbian “ and he was looking for friends who don’t actually party and drink all the time (social anxiety ?) but it was really nice to have a friend be cause it’s really hard to meet people where I am