So this is a write up of the beginning of a year and a half of very good (and occasionally kinky) sex with someone I consider a very close friend. We recently stopped seeing each other because she moved away, but I wanted to memorialise this intense period of my life and thought it might be worth sharing. I put a marker for where the sex starts. Hope it makes sense.
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I noticed Yasmin immediately as I walked in to the classroom on the first day of the first semester of university. She had just finished making herself a cup of tea in the kitchenette in the corner, and as she turned back to sit down, her dead eyes (resting bitch face in all its glory) glanced in my direction as I stood in the door, looking me up and down. Her face was beautiful but cold and I made a mental note to keep clear of her, I had just gone through a drawn out breakup with my live-in girlfriend and I was looking for ^good vibes^ only, no drama and all that Tinder bio crap that you believe when you want to make changes to your life. I sat down a few rows behind her next to some guy and did the usual small talk before the orientation session began. As it started, I found myself watching the back of her instead of the slideshow, and began to take the rest of her in.