Your Own World is Better Than the Real One

Part 3

So, time passes and us three meet up in the library to study for our stupid fucking final. And when I tell you that was the happiest I'd been that whole semester, it's the truth. 

All of us had genuine chemistry and it was so fucking easy talking to them. Unfortunately, that's the last I saw of them before Christmas break. 

Break rolls around and I'm snapchatting both of them and we all keep in touch. Now as I said before I am about that dick, I start flirting with the guy friend more and I can't really tell if he was just beingfriendly or flirting. And as you know, I'm not about the fucking game so if he just straight up told me he just wanted to be friends I would've been perfectly fine with that. 

However, we took flirting too the next level over break. I started sending him nudes and he was being sweet and flirtatious. We took talking to more of a "hanging" friendship. 

Right when both of us moved back into our dorms he invited me over to his to watch a movie. First off, I basically told him that I'd fuck him but, in that moment, I was scared shitless. 

We madeout during the movie and his hands drifted down my stomach making me tense up, it felt fucking amazing. But I really didn't want to take it farther, and you want to know something... he respected that. He walked me back to my dorm and we talked and talked about deep stuff for the rest of the week until he invited me over again. 

This time we went farther, he got to know my body more than I knew it myself. We were both naked and sweaty, then cold and cuddling and you'd think his dick would get in the way, but our bodies fit perfectly. He called me beautiful and pulled me close to his chest and told me he wanted more. 

He wanted more. 

More than just hooking up. 

His roommate walked in and I left. But I realized that I wanted more, I wanted to be with him. I enjoyed being with him and we had hung out during the week without doing anything and it was fun. I didn't see him for a while, and he blew me off to dye his hair but I didn't really think anything of it. We were still talking and when I'd pass by him, he'd tell all his friend to look at how cute I was. 

This was the first time ever, and I mean ever, that I had actual romantic feelings for someone.