In my later years of highschool I became really good friends with a guy, Curt. Looking back, it is now obvious he was in love with me, but I always had a boyfriend of some sort. Curt was purely ‘friend zone.’ He was good looking and did have a few girls after him, but was a bit dorky and didn’t really notice.
After highschool we went to local university and had classes together. We were bestfriends. We shared stories about the people we were with and he always gave great advice. I had always liked him too, but we neither of us made a move.
There was a festival in a nearby town and him and his buddy were getting a room in town so I got a girlfriend and we got a room too. This was normal of us to party together. We got dressed that night and I had on a tight white top which showed off my cleavage and tight jeans. We met the guys at the festival bar. It was a country festival. We all decided we would leave together as Curt drove my car.
Curt had been working out alot lately and he looked great. Him and I danced and grinded as we had before, but this time we were both single. Soon I lost him in the crowd and noticed him with a group of girls.