I definitely had my fun in college before entering a long-term relationship towards the end of it.

Being new to a city and being away from home for the first time had pros and cons. But the best pro was when Tinder came out. I was able to explore a city as a college student and meet others who were also single (for the most part).

My sophomore year of college I definitely let loose. Freshman year I had gone in not having sex with anyone and only the occasional make out or even a blowjob from time to time, but sex was off limits. I was waiting for my person.

The summer of freshman year I had a summer romance and I had sex with someone over vacation and it was the start of the spiral.

When I got back to campus sophomore year, I was swiping in the dorms and matched with a college baseball player. He didn't go to my school but he went to a neighboring university. He was sweet. Cute. Family-oriented. A nice guy.

We ended up going on a few dates which led to a few kisses here and there. He invited me to a bonfire at his house with his friends. He picked me up at my dorm and we went to his family's house and he gave me a tour. We did end up in his room making out while everyone was downstairs. But we shook it off and joined the rest of the group.

That night went off with good times and I ended up spending the night in his basement because it was late and he had been drinking (Uber wasn't a thing just yet). We ended up making out on his couch in the basement and he left me a giant hickey on my neck.

The next morning I woke up and he was getting ready to drive me home when his family woke up and wanted me to stay for breakfast. I had his sweatshirt on as I needed to cover the mark. His grandmother was sitting right next to me at the table and I had to keep covering my neck knowing we had been downstairs the night before secretly fooling around.

When I got back home, we ended up breaking things off, but that wasn't the end of us hanging out.

A few weeks later, we somehow connected again and things got steamy. He ended up in my bed for the first time and we somehow made a college dorm bed work as we had sex in my bed for the first time.

Was that a one time thing? I thought so. In fact, we were both single so I was on Tinder just swiping along at work. I matched with another baseball player.... his teammate. Oh god. It was comical.

I knew exactly what his teammate wanted. Didn't want a date. He was more of a fuckboy. He wanted to come over and have sex. Simple as that. I barely knew anything about him but somehow the same day we matched he was in my bed after work and we were having sex.

He knew I knew his teammate. The sweet one. I shouldn't have started this with him but at this point I was single. But the next thing I knew the sweet one was reaching out to me. "So I heard you are sleeping with my teammate...."

Oh god. His teammate told him. "Yes I did." I was upfront, honest. But his response had me shocked. "Alright, text me later in the week so we can hook up." And just like that a few days later, he was in my bed and we were having sex during October baseball. Thankfully my roommate was dating someone a few floors above and was always out of the room. We were having soft sex and he was always big on protection.

A few days later the other one would text me. He wasn't soft. He was pulling my hair. Demanding I look at him as I sucked on his cock. I was really sick one night and he didn't care. "Sex will make you feel better." We had sex every few days. And then I would go to class and sit next to his brother whose condoms he kept taking.

I was on a schedule with both of them. One early in the week, the other at the end of the week. I was going through my condom stash so often. Then one day the other one was in my dorm and looked at me. "Why don't we have a threesome with my teammate? We're both already fucking you?"

Could I really go through with two guys I was already fucking at the same time? They both were so different. One was soft and fucked me romantically while the other didn't care about how I felt and wanted to fuck me like I was his personal toy. But both made my body feel so good.

My body was horny constantly. In fact, I ended up while sleeping with both individually, going on a date with a third teammate. We went on a movie date and ended up kissing in my bed. The same bed I had fucked two of his teammates. But I wouldn't go further. I wanted to be respected. How ironic.

Then there was a fourth teammate. He was taller than all of them. He was stronger. He came over to catch the Superbowl in my dorm and we ended up fooling around. We didn't have sex but I wanted him to like me. We made out in my bed. Like his teammates. Except I wouldn't go further. I couldn't. He knew my story. He knew I had been sleeping with two of his teammates.

The threesome never happened as one of them ended up getting into a relationship but the other one and I still were fucking constantly in my dorm. He would see me out at hockey games and text me. "Meet me in the bathroom" and somehow he would end up at my dorm and I'd be on my knees as he fucked me even though I grew to hate him.

I ended up moving away before anything else could happen, but I'll always think about those college days where I definitely explored and networked.