When I got into college, I felt free for the first time in my life. Free from all the rules and the “nice boy” expectations of my family, free to start enjoying life after the rough years of 11th & 12th grade (LOT of studying and worrying about my career), free to drink, smoke, party and have sex, lots of sex. By the end of my first year, I had already slept with six girls.
I had shifted out of my college hostel by the start of the second year and was now living in an apartment with six other people, who became my (and still are) closest friends. I was 19 years old at the time and for reference, my size is 9.2″ x 7″.
One of my flatmates had a pretty girl (let’s call her Tina) that used to visit him in our apartment and we all quickly became friends with her. But we also realised that Tina was, to put it nicely, not very smart and this kinda made me want to avoid her to the best of my ability. Physically though, she was very beautiful with long straight black hair, tanned skin, big piercing eyes, sharp facial features, about 5’5 tall, slender frame, B cup boobs and a firm ass. Any guy would want to date her if he could look past her below than average intelligence.