me and my friends

Good day, everyone! Before we begin this crazy story about my relationship with my friends, I want you to get to know me and the two people who will become important parts of my life.

My name is Roxy, and I’m 18 years old. I have a petite figure and fair, smooth skin. However, people often call me a weirdo because I usually prefer being alone and rarely let others get close to me. I’m also quite dirty-minded, even though I don’t usually show that side of myself to other people.

It was my first day in college. Since I was already used to being alone, I chose a seat at the very back of the classroom, where I could have some time to myself.

What I didn’t expect, however, was to end up sitting beside two boys.

Their names were Kim and Jef.

Kim was tall and muscular, with a body that immediately caught my attention. Jef, on the other hand, had a simpler appearance, but he was smart and handsome in his own way.

At that moment, I was shocked to find myself sitting beside these two boys because, honestly, they were both so hot to me. They were exactly the kind of guys I liked: one tall and muscular, and the other simple, handsome, and intelligent.

As the days passed, I learned that Kim and Jef had been friends long before college. They got along well and talked to each other a lot. However, unlike the other people I knew, they were respectful and never made me feel uncomfortable. They even made an effort to talk to me, despite how rarely I spoke to them.

One day, they approached me to discuss our group project. Since we were in the same group, we needed to finish our report before the end of the week. We decided to work together at their house.

When I heard their suggestion, I hesitated. I wasn’t used to visiting other people’s houses, especially when I wasn’t close to them yet. But since it was a group project, I agreed to go.

We went to Jef’s house. It was simple, small, and adorable—the kind of place that made me feel comfortable.

We started working on our project, and that was when I began to feel more at ease around them. I realized that they had the qualities I had always looked for in people I wanted to be close to.

They talked to me even when I didn’t know what to say. They treated me like a friend, even though I was still quiet around them. Most importantly, they never made me feel left out.

Little by little, I learned to trust them. I started talking to them more often, and eventually, the three of us began spending more time together.

We hung out at the mall, sang together, danced, and did almost everything I enjoyed. No matter what I wanted to do, they always made me feel included.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I had finally found my best friends—the kind of people who made me feel special and treated me like a princess.

The three of us also made the perfect team.

Jef and I were responsible for planning, creating, and editing our projects. We were the ones who came up with ideas and made sure everything was organized. Kim, on the other hand, was the one who brought our plans to life. He was energetic, confident, and never afraid to speak up or take action.

Somehow, our differences made us work perfectly together.

My first year of college was filled with happiness because of them. They weren’t like the other people I’d met. They understood me, respected me, and made me feel like I belonged somewhere.

And honestly, they were also the kind of guys I could only dream of having in my life.

That same routine continued throughout our college years. We stayed close, shared countless memories, and became more comfortable with one another. comfortable like we talk about sex experience but I can't talk because I don't have any. sometimes i said that I want to experience and they jokingly "let's try", then we all laugh. we also have these kind of dirty minded, so we grew better relationship.

Before I knew it, we had already reached our third year of college.

Little did I know that our friendship would eventually become something far more complicated than I had ever imagined.