Welcome to my 3-part series, this is revolved around my relationship with a friend of mine called Natasha. She and I were (and still are) in a sexual relationship with each other at university. The character of Amy/Amyla in my other published series are based off of her! I will also be referring to myself as XXX in this short series. Before I begin with how this relationship began, I will note that while 99% of this is true, I will be writing it as if it was one of my other writings. Hope you enjoy and always open to questions ;)
It started in June 2018. I was at University living in an accommodation building. On that evening I was in the library, finishing some class work which I was not even close to completing. I had been in there for a few hours, fuelled by a can of Dr. Pepper to give me extra energy. I had my phone beside my laptop, charging in the plug socket close by the table which I was sitting alone on. While the sun began to sink below the horizon and the darkness began to envelop the campus, I received a buzz on my phone. Curious I looked over at the screen to see a WhatsApp message from Natasha. A friend of mine whom I met in 2017.
I remember when I met her very well. In 2017 I was starting University and attended a fresher's party with someone whom I had met roughly a week beforehand. Craig was pretty cool but wasn't very kind at times, he would tell people how it was not really caring for other people's feelings. We went to this party and had told me his girlfriend Natasha was going to be there. I thought that he probably had a girlfriend due to his looks and confidence, but I never thought he would be able to date a girl like Natasha. When I saw her, I quickly thought she was one of the most attractive women I had ever seen!
She was short, roughly 5'3 with shoulder length blonde hair and very pretty face. Her body was even better: curvy with thick thighs and nice ass, tits which would make anyone divert attention from her bright blue eyes. We greeted like normal people and got along well, she was kind and funny, confident and sassy, while I knew she was taken I couldn't help but feel sexually attracted to her, much like most guys she had probably met in her life. I recall feeling jealous of Craig for being able to date someone so hot. As time went on, we continued to come across each other on campus and whenever she hung out with Craig. Eventually this led to us exchanging numbers and talking pretty regularly. We became pretty close and would hang out with groups of friends we both knew, I very quickly got used to being just friends, thinking at the time that she was not into me in the slightest other than in a friendly way.
Which brings me to this text which she had sent that evening. I knew that one of her friends was going out to celebrate his birthday so I thought it odd that I would receive a text from her at that time of evening, assuming that she was busy partying and having a good time forgetting about studies which I was torturing myself through. The message read:
"You free? x" Admittedly curious I texted back quickly saying I was in the library and was working on a paper. She replied asking to meet me somewhere and fast. Replying back quickly I said I will met her at my accommodation building to chat. I felt tired from working for so long and wanted to go home, seeing what my friend wanted was the kick up the backside I needed to leave and take time to relax. Packing up my laptop, papers and phone I left the library to go home, expecting to see Natasha waiting outside.
After 5-10 minutes of walking from the library to my building I did not see any sign of Natasha anywhere. I looked around once I reached the main entrance and waited outside. After a few moments I decided to call her to make sure she still wanted to meet.
"I'll be there in a sec just wait there." She said in a hurried and firm voice, I knew then she was pissed off about something, she would sound like that all the time when she was mad at someone or something for so long. A few moments of waiting in the nice breeze, watching people go about their daily business whether it was getting home from work or groups of students my age fucking about having fun that evening. I jumped out of my almost trance when I heard voice.
"Hey." The voice said from beside me. Looking around to follow the voice I saw Natasha beside me. My first thoughts where how good she looked. She applied just the right amount of makeup to make her look even hotter, lips coated with a bright red lipstick and eyes shaded black, among other types of makeup which I had no idea what to call. She fitted her curvatious body into a black dress which would sparkle in light, the dress itself was low cut to show her cleavage and rode up to her lower thighs, she was taller from the heels which she was wearing but was still a number of inches shorter than me, finally a small black purse hung over her bare shoulder. It was clear to anyone who saw her in that state that she was upset about something, she looked mad and had tears in her eyes. I answered back asking what was wrong, and that I thought that she was going to hang out with Craig and her friends that night. She answered saying she and Craig got into a massive argument.
"What did you guys argue about?" I asked trying to see what I could do to help her. She would usually come to me when she had issues with her boyfriend, she had told me before that I was the only man who she spoke to about her relationships and some of her closest girlfriends were also members of this elite group of wannabe therapists.
"Can we go inside? I don't want to talk about it out here." She answered crossing her arms and looking toward the entrance to the building. I nodded for her to follow as I entered the building, signing in the visitor sheet to let the staff know I had a guest. As we walked to my room, going up a few steps then into the elevator she spoke to me more.
"I didn't interrupt anything did I?"
