In my final year of Uni, I lived with a girl we’ll call Laura. Laura was on my course and we had been close since we started. We’d never even kissed, but I’d wanted her since midway through the year before.
Laura was hot. 5’4, 45kg, beautiful brunette with piercing blue eyes. Her breasts sat high on her chest and her love of sports gave her that athletic look that some just crave. Unfortunately, Laura had a boyfriend back home and she’d never seemingly looked at another guy.
One random Tuesday night we were home alone, we had been all day and had been studying hard towards our final exams. We were great friends as well as course mates and often joked with each other to lighten the stress of the course. This evening, I’d found my shower gel replaced with fairy liquid (bubbles everywhere!), I’d scared the shit out of her by jumping out from behind a door and she’d got her own back by pouring me a beer laced with the hottest chilli vodka you’d ever taste. The were pranks, but the kinda pranks mates have. We’d sit with our room doors open and often go over work problems together, so it was a fun night of pranks and work.