Back at medical school, in my first year, my girlfriend and I shared a room in a house with about 4 others – for anonymity let’s call them A, D, L and S. My girlfriend I’ll refer to as G from now on. A, D and L don’t really feature much here as they were oblivious bystanders; the feature of this story is S.
S is younger than I am by around 3 years – at the time I was 25 and she was 22. She is a bigger woman, very curvy but in a way that suits her just right. She carries a huge rack; I never asked the size but they must have been close to watermelons. I had fantasised over these for many months. [Here’s a pic](https://i.imgur.com/dtTWg15.jpg) with a blurred face to give you an idea.
We had all lived together for about 9 months by the onset of this story, working hard and playing hard like the old adage of medical school. S was (and I believe still is) in an open relationship but myself, not so much. I was living with my girlfriend of about half a decade. Whilst G was a good looker, we had a strange distant sort of relationship. It’s hard to explain.