I am a college freshman, 18 and just out of high school. To save money and such, I decided to do my first two years at a community college.
The college experience has been great, I love my school. In one of my classes, the professor assigned us into groups to do a presentation. The group I was stuck with did not seem to get the material, nor how to use basic tools that would make the process a lot quicker. There were three girls in the group (one ditzy as I don’t know what), and two guys- one was an adult student who seemed very smart and ambitious once things were explained, and the other a cooperative guy around 19-20ish. He admitted he couldn’t follow what I was doing, and handed me his Chromebook to set something up. I had him email us all a link so we could work on our big chemistry project together.
Two days before the due date, nobody had worked on the f****** thing except for the adult student. Previously, I’d talked to the other guy in the hall about what was up, he swore he’d work on it. I emailed them all. I accidentally only replied to the sender. We tried to coordinate it and ended up exchanging social media accounts.
Everything got sorted out with the project and the impending due date, and our conversation turned to class, and then light personal talk. When we showed up to hand our results in, it looks like everyone else forgot, two of them dropped the course. He smiled at me and I felt myself blushing. The project did get an A.
this turned into eating lunch together later and hanging out (he paid), and repeating the following day. I work at a campus café, and he stopped by to order coffee from me…our hands brushed…I was high off my own endorphins…that smile…he came and got coffee every day that week.
Later on, upon further investigation I found out he was not 19-20ish, but will be 25 in August. He looked super young.
We went out to a nice dinner tonight and saw a movie. We cuddled and I felt every nerve on my body stand on end…and then we kissed at the end of the night…we’re already getting up early Monday to spend more time together…and I can’t help but not smile…
…I’m only 18, and the fucked up part (even more so?) I’ve had a boyfriend my age for a year and a half. It’s not that I don’t love him, I do. We’re serious and talked about getting married. It’s just that…obviously butterflies die and evolve into a more comforting feeling, amazing nonetheless. But sometimes I desire to feel high like this…and I’ve already decided to play the age card if my boytoy asks to be official…