Long-Con Crush (Ken&Colby) Part One [F&M] [slow burn]

An ungodly 14 hour flight, a four hour bus trip, and I’m finally within reach of a bed at a host family’s house. I thought I’d fall asleep standing up until a flash of red hair caught my eye… one of the girls left with her host mom- shit, did I hear her name? I didn’t.

Our first set of classes started the following morning. We’d all been split into different groups based on our grasp of the language, and Jodi was in a different level than I was. I saw her chatting with a group of other girls in the courtyard at lunch, and walked up to her. She introduced me to her new friends.

“So you’re all in the same classes together?” I asked.

“We actually met Jodi through-“

“Me.”

I turned toward the voice and- red flash from the day before. She held out her hand; it took me a moment to snap back and accept her handshake.

“H-Hi.” I sputtered.“Colby; nice to meet you… Ken, right?”

“How did you know?” Colby nodded her head at Jodi.

“Jodi and I sat next together in class, and she told me about you.” Colby smiled.

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MF Long-Con Crush [Part 2]

Part 1 here! [https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uhy1lx/mf_longcon_crush_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uhy1lx/mf_longcon_crush_part_1/)

My phone buzzed a few hours and chapters later; Colby was up from her nap, and shot me a text asking if I’d like to grab dinner with her. “Just us?”

“I’d like that.” I showered and put on a fresh set of clothes, just in case. As I walked to Colby’s my mind drifted to what, if anything, was up with Colby that would make whatever was happening between us a problem. I didn’t get too lost in my head before she popped out the building’s main door, trying to hide a smile when she saw me.

We walked past markets and restaurants, window-shopping for a place to settle. After passing a park, we opted for ready-made sandwiches and a bottle of wine to share underneath the trees. Everything felt… weirdly platonic until the sun set. I half-expected Colby to let me down easy and stop whatever might have happened in its tracks.

MF Long-Con Crush [Part 1]

An ungodly 14 hour flight, a four hour bus trip, and I’m finally within reach of a bed at a host family’s house. I thought I’d fall asleep standing up until a flash of red hair caught my eye… one of the girls left with her host mom- shit, did I hear her name? I didn’t.

Our first set of classes started the following morning. We’d all been split into different groups based on our grasp of the language, and Jodi was in a different level than I was. I saw her chatting with a group of other girls in the courtyard at lunch, and walked up to her. She introduced me to her new friends.“So you’re all in the same classes together?” I asked.

“We actually met Jodi through-“

“Me.”I turned toward the voice and- red flash from the day before. She held out her hand; it took me a moment to snap back and accept her handshake.

“H-Hi.” I sputtered.

“Colby; nice to meet you… Ken, right?”

“How did you know?” Colby nodded her head at Jodi.

“Jodi and I sat next together in class, and she told me about you.” Colby smiled.

A friend [M] I studied abroad with and I [F] hooked up early in the semester [nsfw] [cheating] [true story]

We hadn’t been in the country long; most of us couldn’t name half of the other students in our study abroad group. I stuck close with the girls from my college, one ended up being my roommate, another wasn’t far away on the Metro. In a crash-course language program, I’d made friends with a girl from another small college elsewhere in our home country. The only other student from her college was Kevin, so he joined our group despite being the only guy. In retrospect, I think he liked it more than he let on. Kevin ended up within walking distance of my host family’s place, we quickly became thick as thieves during after-class adventures around our new city, especially since he and my roommate were taking courses at the same place this semester. Before any of us even had time to get to know our host families, all of them had taken off on a long-weekend destination wedding vacation for someone’s daughter. My little friend group wasted no time taking advantage of this country’s lowered drinking age; we stormed the nearest grocery store for a whopping eight bottles of wine, and returned to our place (my roommate and I played the “two of us already live here” card a lot for the rest of the semester; most of our gatherings took place around our host family’s kitchen table) to teach each other drinking games. I hadn’t been a drinker back home, so the smallest amount of wine made me goofy as all hell. After a few hours and disappearing at least six bottles of wine, I changed into my pajamas, and took off my makeup as a hint that I was tired and wanted the party to end.