Back in college, like most people, I finally opened up and explored. I went to school at a large university. Had a couple friends from high school that also attended. We all stayed in contact but had different friend groups. At one point my landlord decided they wanted to sell our place so my roommates and I had to look for other places.

So I hit up all of my friends including the ones from my old high school. One was a good guy friend that said he and his two roommates had an extra room at their place, which one of their parents owned. It would be an easy move.

So I moved in with the three of them. At first it was me trying to just fit in with the guys. Even though they had girlfriends none of them felt competition from me since I’ve always been the chubby one and they were all pretty.

There was always some flirting but never much more until one evening. One of the guys stayed home while everyone else went out. I got home early from my work as a waitress.

So after a quick shower I found myself on the couch with him and we started drinking. As anyone can imagine one thing led to another and before I knew it the guy I thought was out of my league was making out with me.

I don’t remember exactly how it all happened but I ended up topless and blowing him. After we both went to our own rooms and that was it. I did enjoy it. All I could think of was doing more.

Next day was like any other but I did work up the will to let him know that if he ever wanted more I did too. From then on we were fwb even though I had to see his gf around a lot.

He ended up moving out and the other roommate and I started basically the same relationship. My friend from high school knew what was going on but never tried anything with me.

No one really knew all that went on at that house and it’s something I could never tell my now husband about. He’s never known that I lived with three guys and was fwb’s with two of them.

Tl:dr I enjoyed letting myself be the other girl for my guy roommates in college.