I’m writing this story out a day early as I only made this throwaway account today. I’ve been a bit of a lurker on this sub and love reading all the stories; there are so many talented writers on here.
This is my first post and honestly, I’m a little nervous sitting here writing this up. The thought of my S/O reading this and figuring it out…both scares and excites me at the same time. ;)
So let’s get into what you’re here for.
For anyone wondering, I’m a slim brunette gal, probably what people would describe as decently pretty. I’m impulsive. Ridiculously so. You’ll see this as the story progresses. I’m also currently in a long-term relationship with a fantastic guy I love.
It begins on a late weekend night. Earlier I’d gone out drinking with some friends and we’d gone out for drinks. We’d returned to one of my friends place to settle down a bit and keep drinking. My friend in the title is just over 6ft, toned, and tan. He’s got a dark brown undercut haircut and wears glasses. *(What is it with guys who wear glasses?)* I’ll call him Alex.