Foreword: I’ve posted a story here before on my main account and deleted it, this is a different story but I wanted it to not be tied to my main. This is also only my second time ever writing, so sorry if I’m bad at explaining or over explain like im doing now lol.
Anyways, so this took place my freshman year of college. I was 18, shoulder length hair, 5’4, small boobs, firm butt (my last story involved my time as a yoga teacher) and kinda socially awkward, while also on a quest to fuck anyone that was interested. So, I made some friends by this time in college, we hung out every weekend together and slowly added people to our friend group. Eventually, it became pretty crowded when we hang out, so we would get drunk in someone’s dorm room, then lounge in a common area together. One weekend, our friend Rick has his roommate, Eric, come hang as he went through a bad breakup. Eric was a bit bulky muscular, with a hint of a Southern accent, and the loudest laugh I’ve ever heard that made me laugh everytime I heard it. I mostly stay quiet and just listen to everything going on. I overhear Eric tell someone that his ex was very controlling and while he was sad, he was happy to finally have fun again. We made eye contact for a split second and I realized I was nodding and staring at him while he told his story. Embarrassed, I looked away and started a conversation with someone else.