First some context. I’m a 21 year old woman, and my good friend is 25. Let’s call her Amy. I had a previous encounter with a different woman. For personal reasons I was a major pillow princess then. Not my proudest moment, but a night spent with Amy is a very different story.
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On the 30th I went to a friend’s house. There was four of us (*for those wondering/worried my friends and I isolated as much as possible to ensure our own and each other’s safety prior to meeting up*), including Amy and myself. We hung out over a few beers and some card games. Amy and I got to talking when our friends went for a cigarette. She asked if I had any plans for tomorrow, the 31st. I told her I didn’t, and I’d be alone on NYE. She offered to hang out. I didn’t know if she was interested in me at the time, but I thought she was looking very cute, so I said yes, I’d like that a lot. “Having a cute friend over will be nice.” She smiled, said sounds great, and that was all. She didn’t give me any hints. Our night ended with me going home alone. I didn’t expect anything, though.