I met my last roomate in my sophomore year of college, she and I became really close too because we were from the same country. We were those friends that people always say “they are going to end up together” but we always said we didn’t. We live in Colorado and it always gets so cold during the winters that it was common that if we were hanging out, we would each stay in the others apartment for the night as we didn’t have a car.

We stayed as friends for the entire year, but during finals as we got busy with school and started studying together at her apartment. At that point we were teasing each other a little more than what you would expect in a normal friendship. So after just playing around in the floor she ended up on top of me. We started kissing and as wrong as it felt it became something very passionate. We talked the next day and we decided to stop it there. One of those weekends we and a couple of other friends went on a trip to NM to see a national park and our friends got a room in the Airbnb while me and this girl got another. You can imagine what happened next, two 20 year olds sharing a bed after what had happened. We had sex for the first time and it was amazing, we already knew there was chemistry between us but that just blew off our minds.

Those two next weeks we couldn’t stop doing it, after our tests, we would go to our dorm rooms and do it. We both were big teasers and we were able to start it anywhere in most situations. Then summer came and we both returned home, we never made each other official, but we talked about visiting our cities and evaluating how we felt. But then because of jealousy while in long distance, arguments came, and we stopped talking. It was so intense (with no reason) that it was not until like March of the next year that we didn’t decide to get together and talk again.

When that happened we actually had those two friends we went on a trip together still in common and we thought about moving in together for our senior year. Everyone told me it would be a bad idea but we still did it and when this summer ended the both of us moved to an apartment together.

And so it happened again, since the first week a lot of direct and indirect teasing was happening between us, we would go outside to our roof to smoke and talk about our experiences that we had since we were together, I would help her setting up stuff for her bed and wardrobe… It came to a point when in the middle of the night she would nock on my door to come and sleep with me. Nothing sexual at the time, but I couldn’t deny that while spooning her I was feeling it. So I went slow, I didn’t wanted to make things weird. First day I would grab her from her stomach, next, I would get my waist closer to her butt, then I went and place an arm below her breasts, and it even came to a point were I would like scratch her thigh while in bed. It was looking great, I didn’t wanted to admit it but I missed her. She seemed to like it too, as she kept on coming to my door every night…

But then I fucked up, as I started going out with one of my old fwbs and she completely changed her mind. I stopped getting night visits, there was no more teasing, and her way of being just became much colder… Even after I stopped hanging out with this fwb, she just didn’t want to go back, and I think I lost my opportunity of a very exciting experience with my roomate. She even admitted it to me by the end of our senior year, that if I hadn’t gone with my fwb, we could have gone back to that continuous and passionate sex we had a couple of years earlier…