Hey there!
So, let's continue our sexually eccentric epic with the topic of friends with benefits. I'm sure you've all heard of these great "friends", but in all reality my friend was way more than that. It all started when I was at a student council retreat and I not only ranted, but yelled at this poor boy. He pushed me over the edge of angry and I HATED him.
A few months later, I was shocked when I saw that he had sent me a message on Facebook. The apology was thorough and seemed sincere. I was really shocked by his emotion and that's how it started. A simple Facebook message that blossomed into the most intimate relationship I've ever had.
Let's be real here. We never dated. I didn't really want to be seen with a freshman and he didn't complain. Our "relationship" stuck to illicit meetings, late at night, in my car. I actually did really enjoy being around this guy, he just wasn't boyfriend material and I didn't mind.
I did things with him that I had never done with anyone. It was nice because I knew that we weren't dating and I never actually had to worry about him being happy. I think that's why things actually worked for a while.
This is completely true story of my virginity and how friends don't let friends finger themselves.
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