True story from many years ago, so apologies if it isn’t as well written as others on here.
I had just graduated college but my girlfriend was three years younger than I so she was still in school, that combined with the fact that many of my friends did the 5 year plan and were still there meant I visited every few weekends. My girlfriend (we’ll call her Kristen) lived in the dorms still, but since it was a “religious” school dorms were not coed and members of the opposite sex could not stay overnight. That meant whenever I visited my gf and I would crash at a friend’s place off campus.
This particular weekend was pretty typical, we got wasted each night and crashed on an air mattress set up in the living room at our friend’s one bedroom apartment (we’ll call her Allison). Sunday afternoon the three of us are just hanging out at the apartment, trying to get rid of our hangovers and reminiscing about the night before, when Allison says she has to work on a project for school. She was an art major and had all her stuff in her living room, so she tells us we can go in her room and watch a movie if we don’t want to be bothered.