Is it weird that from the things you mentioned about yourself I see my 20 year old self in you? It was my second year of college and I had a few hours to kill between my lectures and some stupid committee meeting of a college club I was a part of. Now, time for some context. I was in a commerce college - one of the best in the country - where everyone was obsessed with becoming a Chartered Accountant.
Hi there! I'm Sarah. I'm 26 years old and I live in Texas with my husband Justin and my dog Bagels. This blog is mainly used to celebrate the beauty of food! But I also talk about my personal life and talk to my followers quiet a bit. If you're not ok with that, please don't follow this blog at all.
One of my biggest kinks is desperation, and both of these scenarios reek of it. Horny young men, trying to make Good Choices, but so eager for some kind of release and for each other that they find a way? Goodness, yes.
You huffed, checking the time on your phone — your 8am class was starting in two minutes and it would take you at least five to get to your lecture hall. It was your first class of the second semester and you were heavily regretting choosing the earliest possible one, but it was the only thing that fit with your schedule so you had to make do. Moments later you sprinted into the lecture hall, your hair wild and your cheeks hot as you looked around, searching for somewhere to sit. You had hoped your entrance would be unnoticeable — but everyone had turned to watch you enter. You ducked your head and speed — walked up the steps, noticing an empty aisle seat.