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College. What could be more exciting, right? At first I didn't really plan on leaving PotD.. but life has a funny way of letting our choices slip from our fingers. I would be rooming with my sisters serious boyfriend. He was one year older than I was, and I was really happy to not have to room with randoms my first year.

But what's college if you play it safe and only surround yourself with those you already know? Of course, I wasn't of that mindset at first.. so we'll come back to that concept in another post.

For now, I was trudging off to my first classes, and enjoying all of the activities the university put on for incoming freshman. I had amassed a smallish group of some people from my high school to hang out with and explore all the new opportunities on campus. Most were simply extras in this story, but one is one of the reason's I left PotD.

This girl, We'll call her T, and I had been friends since middle school. Our past was perilous, and for lack of better descriptors, sexy. Her and I shared almost constant sexual tension between the ages of 14 and 18. Sly touches, innuendos, fake moans, and revealing clothes were our story for the better parts of those years. But we never crossed that line (except for one time at a concert hall. In the dark. next to our classmates..). You see, T was pretty damn attractive.. and she was almost ALWAYS in a relationship. Maybe that's what made it fun for her. Teasing me (and other guys no doubt) with something I knew I shouldn't go for...

Well now we were in college, and she had been dating one of my best friends in high school for over half a year.. But the story continues..

We both had chosen the same major oddly enough, and our friend group started regularly hanging out in her dorm room and doing homework. It all started out innocent enough. I'd meet up after classes, and so would the others in the group. We'd all shoot the s*** and talk about what happened that day and even help each other with homework if it was needed. But even still, the old traditions of our relationship kept rearing up like a club dancer rears her ass into your pelvis to dance.

One night she texted me. "Do you remember that time in the concert hall..?" "Yeah I think so", I replied. "haha that was fun. I can't believe we did that" she said. "Lol yeah". I tried to play it off. I knew where this was going. She was still dating my good friend.. I couldn't.. I shouldn't. "You know, I've been reallly frustrated these first few weeks".. "Oh Yeah class can be stressful" I'd say back. "No. Sexually" she would say.

"oh".

"Maybe we can help each other..?" she would say.

"T... you're dating <my friends name>. I know he's not here, but I don't think it's a good idea.."

"ok." she would say.
And that was it.. for awhile.

Of course she still flirted. I couldn't help but flirt back. She started wearing.. less.. when I showed up to study at her place. Nothing outrageous, as others were present, but a t-shirt and pants turned into a tank top and short shorts. A couple more weeks passed. I thought I had put the rest behind me.

We were in her room one night. Studying as usual. But something was different. She was REALLY aggressive about flirting this time. Eventually everyone in my friend group wanted to go to an on-campus event, but I still needed to finish homework. And so did T.

So they left us. Alone.
And then it happened. I helped my friend's girlfriend cheat with me.
I couldn't believe what I had done.

They broke up a few weeks later for unrelated reasons. I have talked to her maybe twice since that time. And the others too. Like I said, they were extras. Never really important to this story.
So there you have it. The first reason I left.

Get to the next page to continue. There's much more
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