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V was... interesting. Remember that guy who was with her that I mentioned? We'll call him H. I later learned that H was in a relationship with her, but was pretty much asexual. So seemingly I was suddenly in a polyamorous relationship.

I didn't really care. I hardly ever saw H at first. V would text me whenever she wanted to hook up and her room was pretty much always empty. Messy... but seemingly empty. So I didn't care. I learned that H and V had a pact to get married after college, but in the meantime, V had a deal with H that she could mess around with all the guys she wanted until then. I'm not one to judge. I had met all kinds of people in my pick up shenanigans. H told me himself, that V was his best friend above all, and that he helped her go after what she liked. Which at the time was me.

Our exploits abounded, and neither of us could get enough. Her insatiable appetite brought me into some really interesting situations from day one, but there were plenty others. One night, she texted me:
"How early can you meet tomorrow? I want morning sex"
"I have a class around 9:30... It's kind of early"
"I want to swallow you for breakfast... plleeaaassee?"

How could I say no? The next morning I got up early, around 7:30 and went to her dorm. "Come on, " she said "follow me!". We weren't using her dorm as usual? Interesting. So I followed her. It turns out there was a back staircase in the dorm that led to an awkward door that didn't open from the outside. We went to the bottom. And got to work.

Cue a marathon session. I have no idea how we didn't get caught. It was loud. And long. And strong. By the time we were done she couldn't stop giggling. A permanent dumb grin plastered on her face. And I was late for class.

We got back to the top of the steps and I found out our good fortune had been orchestrated. She had a lookout staged at the top of the stairs. Not H, some guy I never met again. I should have gotten his name.. But it wasn't important then.

After that day, she started texting me she loved me. I never said it back. I actually know what that word means, and I knew she didn't really mean it, even if she thought she did.

A few weeks passed, and I started catching a whiff of drama. Of course. It was about damn time with my luck. My university had a confessions page for awhile. A page where students could confess secrets to the admin, and have them anonymously posted.

Well, I knew V occasionally hooked up with other guys, but never had an idea how many, and it wasn't against our rules, so I didn't care. I wasn't surprised to see a confession calling her out on being slutty. Sometimes she like to wear some shorts with "F*** Me" printed on the back, and this Anonymous poster was calling her out on the confession page for it. Words were swapped, hilarity ensued. And that was all for awhile. Short lived, but drama nonetheless. From experience, I knew she would pick a main and stick with them (me) so I wasn't worried.

A few weeks passed, and apparently it was time for V's birthday. I didn't know this until the day before when she found me and told me "she wanted to do something special" for it. "Like what?" I said, curious.

"I want to have a threesome with you and H".

I will continue this on the next post. You won't have to wait for this one since it's a direct continuation. Will upload in a second.
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