Danny and I were roommates for a couple years and friends before I rented his room. I was a 24-year-old grad student, and he was 25-year-old professional. Early in our friendship we had a fun make out session, but that’s as far as I wanted to go at the time. He was about 5’-9” tall and slender. He had light brown hair and brown eyes. It turned out to be a good thing that we didn’t have sex because I found myself in need of a room shortly after we made out. I was still nervous about whatever tension there was, but I knew he had an available room. I liked his place, so I decided to take the risk.
Once roommates, everything was cool. We had an understanding that neither one of us wanted to mess up a good roommate situation. During my time there we both dated other people. We were more modest than not around the house, but I would catch him checking me out when I wore a sports bra or anything sexy. I’ve been told that I have a “nerdy-cute” vibe. I’m 5’-5” tall, 125 lbs. I had shoulder length auburn hair at the time. I have brown eyes. I take care of myself, but I’m not super toned or anything. My tits are a firm handful – think smallish B cups, and I have a nice butt. The first thing people notice about me are my smile and tattoos.