Last fall, I took a calculus class with Alex. He and I both needed it for our new majors, so we decided to take it together.
Alex liked sitting in the back of the room, so we always picked the same two seats.
Alex didn't go to class very often, so I made fast friends with the people sitting next to me.
The guy on my left, Mr. Math, was seriously hot. He was just my type looks-wise. His friend, Mark, was also cute, and also a musician. On the other side, there was a cute girl from Spain named Monica, and another girl named Sammie. A real character named Maria would sit in front of me when Alex wasn't there, and in front of Alex when he was there.
I began to really look forward to going to math. Everyone else hated us, of course, but our little group always had a blast. We would talk during class, laugh, play music, etc. It was completely awesome.
I started to really like Mr. Math. A LOT. I would flirt with him, and he would flirt back. One time, in the middle of the lecture, he rolled up little balls of fabric and threw them down my shirt. That was when I knew that deep down, he wanted to fuck me.
You see, Mr. Math always talked about his girlfriend. How he had been with her for three years, and how they just that morning were "in the throes of ecstasy" when his roommate walked in on them, and they didn't notice.
So needless to say, I kept my feelings on the DL.
Mr. Math and I became good friends. We started studying together for math, we hung out outside of class, and he even came to visit me at work a few times.
One night, I was working for 8 hours straight. Mr. Math and his roommate, Timmie, came in and visited me. Mr. Math asked what I was doing after work, and I said that I was probably just going to go home and pass out. Which I regretted, because even though I was exhausted, I kind of wanted to drink.
Mr. Math: Well if you want to drink, me and Timmie can stop by your place later and we can hang.
So after work, they came to my place. We all got pretty drunk. I was sitting on my bed, and Mr. Math came and sat with me up there. When Timmie went into the bathroom, Mr. Math used that opportunity to lift up my shirt and start feeling my boobs.
Me: What are you doing??! Your roommate is in the bathroom!!!
Mr. Math: Shh!!!
When Timmie came out of the bathroom, Mr. Math did his best to kick him out. They had this same conversation probably about 9 times over:
Mr. Math: Are you hungry?
Timmie: Not really.
Mr. Math: Well I'm hungry. Can you get me some fries from McDonald's?
Timmie: Why don't you come with me?
Mr. Math: Because I have this half of a beer left, and I want to finish it first.
Timmie: Well, I'll just wait for you.
Mr. Math: Naw, I'll meet you there.
Timmie wasn't having it. He knew what Mr. Math was planning, and he was trying his best to put a stop to it. He was being a good friend, trying to prevent his roommate from cheating on his long-term girlfriend.
At that point, Mark stopped by. He brought weed with him, and asked if we wanted a smoke.
Timmie: Yeah dude I'm in.
Mr. Math: Well if you guys are gonna smoke, can you do it outside? I can't have the smell on me because my girlfriend would get pissed.
Mark: Sure. You in Veronica?
Mr. Math: We'll meet you out there.
Timmie: Don't lock the door.
Mr. Math: Fine.
As soon as they closed the door, Mr. Math and I started making out.
Let me explain. I liked Mr. Math IMMENSELY. He was in a long-term relationship with no foreseeable end (he had told me that he was hoping to marry his girlfriend). This was my only shot. I knew that it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. I liked him so much, and was so sexually attracted to him, that I just didn't care. So I just went for it.
Anyway, after awhile, Timmie and Mark came back from smoking. Mr. Math and Timmie had the conversation again, and finally Timmie got frustrated and left. Mr. Math smoothly talked Mark into leaving as well.
The second they left, we went for each other. It was hot, it was wild, and it was animalistic. I have never had better sex in my entire life.
The only reason it ended at all was because I realized that I was bleeding like I had just lost a limb. But I'll get to that.
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