The day was February 14th. My then college boyfriend (we’ll call him Matthew) and I were in my dorm room. I was a freshman, he was a junior, and we met through an English literature class we were both taking at the start of fall semester.
My only other roommate had gone home, so Matthew and I got some Korean food, and we were eating together in my dorm while watching Parks and Rec. After we were both done eating, I scooted over and rested my head on his shoulder. He held my hand, and we sat there for a while watching the show with our fingers interlocked.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe” Matthew said, as he paused the show and smiled at me. I smirked back. My eyes met his, and I knew we were both thinking the same thing. I felt his hand caressing my thigh, inching higher and higher up. Next thing you know, his lips were on mine. I ran my fingers through his hair as we made out, and I felt his wandering hand come up to cup and squeeze my tits.