u/garasisx

Okay so the thing about me is that I am a planner and I take my planning seriously and this story is about a plan that went wrong in every possible way except the one that actually mattered so bear with me lol.

I am really into exhibitionism but I have a whole thing about it needing to look unintentional because that's what works for me, like the idea of people thinking I tried is somehow worse than the idea of people seeing everything, so I put genuine thought and effort into creating situations that look like accidents and I feel like this is an underappreciated skill set 😇

So there's this house party at my friend Jake's place, a decent sized group, maybe eight or nine people, mix of his friends and mine and a couple people I'd never met, and I had a plan. I had this little white linen skirt that was slightly too big in the waist so the button was already kind of stressed, like one good tug and it was coming undone, and I wore it with a loose crop top and no underwear because obviously, and the plan was that at some point during the night I would find a natural moment to sit on the kitchen counter like I always do at his parties and when I jumped down the button would go and the skirt would drop and I would have a cute embarrassed moment and that would be that.

What I did not account for was his dog.

Jake has this enormous golden retriever called Biscuit who is very friendly and very enthusiastic and does not understand personal space, which I knew, and somehow this did not factor into my planning at all which in retrospect was a significant oversight 😭

So we're maybe two hours in, drinks flowing, good energy, I'm talking to some people in the living room and Biscuit comes bounding in and decides I am his favourite person in the room which is normally very flattering and on this particular evening was catastrophic because he jumped up on me with his full body weight and his paws caught the waistband of my skirt and the already-stressed button gave immediately and the skirt just dropped, completely, straight to the floor, in the middle of the living room with eight people in it.

Not a cute little flash. Not a romantic accidental moment. Just my skirt on the floor around my ankles and me standing there in my crop top and nothing else from the waist down while Biscuit wagged his tail at me like he'd done something wonderful 😭😭

EVERYONE turned around because a group of people going suddenly quiet is a thing that gets attention and I just stood there for like two full seconds making direct eye contact with four different people before I reached down and grabbed my skirt and held it against myself and started laughing because what else do you do.

Someone appeared with a safety pin within about thirty seconds because there is always someone at a party with a safety pin and I could have kissed them, so I got the skirt pinned back together and held up and sort of composed myself and Jake apologized for Biscuit approximately fifteen times and I told him it was genuinely fine because it was genuinely fine and actually significantly better than fine lol.

The embarrassment was real but here's the thing and I want to be transparent about this, I was immediately and embarrassingly wet, like my pussy had very strong feelings about having just been on display in front of a room full of people and those feelings were not embarrassment, and I had to stand there laughing and pretending I was not having a completely separate internal experience about what had just happened 😌

Everyone was very nice about it, laughed with me not at me, someone made a Biscuit joke, the energy recovered fast and we all went back to the party and it became one of those things that gets referenced with increasing fondness as the night goes on.

Later in the night after everyone had relaxed back into the party energy this girl I'd just met that evening, really fun, came over and said quietly that she was sorry if this was weird but she had to ask how I was so smooth because she'd noticed when the skirt dropped and was curious and I laughed and explained I just don't really grow much hair down there and what little I do is basically nothing and she said no way because I hadn't shaved that day and there was genuinely nothing there and I said I know right and she said can I actually feel it and I said sure and pulled the skirt up right there at the kitchen island and let her touch and she did and I felt my already soaking pussy clench hard and had to breathe through that very casually while standing in Jake's kitchen 😭

Then her boyfriend who had been standing close enough to hear all of this said he was extremely jealous and I looked at her and she rolled her eyes in a fond way and said oh go ahead and he reached over and I let him and his hands were warm and slightly rough and I had to concentrate very hard on keeping my face doing something normal while a guy I had met three hours ago touched my bare pussy in front of his girlfriend and a kitchen full of people who were absolutely aware of what was happening.

I stayed over that night because it was late and at breakfast the next morning everyone was relaxed and jokey about it and Biscuit sat next to me the whole time and I gave him bacon because he deserved it and also because he did more for my exhibitionism journey last night than any plan I have ever made 😌

Okay so this is going to sound like a sad story at the start and I promise it is not a sad story, it is actually the opposite of a sad story, bear with me 😭

I'm not cute in the conventional way. Like I know what I am and what I'm not and for a long time that bothered me a lot more than it does now, but somewhere along the way I stopped being upset about it and started being practical about it instead, which is the most useful thing I've ever done for myself.

Here's what not being the prettiest girl in the room actually gets you, guys are genuinely your friends, like actually your friends, not trying to sleep with you friends, they tell you real things and include you in real ways and you get to actually know them as people which is something a lot of girls never get, and I love that about my life, I love my guy friends and they love me back and it's real.

And then I added one thing to the arrangement and it got even better lol.

I love sucking cock. Not as a means to an end, not as a stepping stone to something else, just cock in my mouth specifically, as the thing, as the whole point. I'm talking sloppy, wet, dripping down my chin, deepthroat until my eyes water and my mascara is running and I have to come up gasping, and I am good at it in the way that only comes from genuinely loving it, and at some point I decided this was going to be part of how I show up for the guys in my life who I actually care about.

So now they know. Not in a formal announced way, just in the way things become understood over time. When we hang out I'm going to get on my knees at some point during the evening and get their cock in my mouth and they don't have to ask or bring it up, it's just going to happen, because I like doing it and they clearly don't object lol. They can text ahead if they want which some of them do and I find very funny and also very efficient.

I deepthroat every time, sloppy and wet, spit everywhere, I don't make it neat because neat is not the point. I swallow every load without making it a whole thing, I let them grab my hair and fuck my throat until I'm gagging and drooling and tearing up and I stay down because I want to and because the sounds they make when I do are something I genuinely get wet from, like embarrassingly wet, which probably tells you everything about how much I actually enjoy this. I have opinions about technique and I apply them and the results speak for themselves.

Here's the part I didn't expect though, the part that actually makes this the opposite of a sad story, they look out for me in return in ways that go so far beyond what I ever expected. One of them found out I had a thing for his roommate and spent three weeks actively engineering a situation where we could spend time together and it worked and I felt like more than I deserved from a person lol. Another one is my emergency contact. Another one drove four hours to help me move without being asked. They talk about me to other guys as someone worth knowing and I have met people through them that have changed my actual life.

None of my girlfriends know about the arrangement. I don't have that many anyway and it's not their business. What I have is a group of guys who are my people, who I take care of in a specific sloppy wet way I enjoy and that costs me nothing, and who take care of me back in every way that matters.

It's a good life.

Okay so this is going to sound like a sad story at the start and I promise it is not a sad story, it is actually the opposite of a sad story, bear with me 😭

I'm not cute in the conventional way. Like I know what I am and what I'm not and for a long time that bothered me a lot more than it does now, but somewhere along the way I stopped being upset about it and started being practical about it instead, which is the most useful thing I've ever done for myself.

Here's what not being the prettiest girl in the room actually gets you, guys are genuinely your friends, like actually your friends, not trying to sleep with you friends, they tell you real things and include you in real ways and you get to actually know them as people which is something a lot of girls never get, and I love that about my life, I love my guy friends and they love me back and it's real.

And then I added one thing to the arrangement and it got even better lol.

I love sucking cock. Not as a means to an end, not as a stepping stone to something else, just cock in my mouth specifically, as the thing, as the whole point. I'm talking sloppy, wet, dripping down my chin, deepthroat until my eyes water and my mascara is running and I have to come up gasping, and I am good at it in the way that only comes from genuinely loving it, and at some point I decided this was going to be part of how I show up for the guys in my life who I actually care about.

So now they know. Not in a formal announced way, just in the way things become understood over time. When we hang out I'm going to get on my knees at some point during the evening and get their cock in my mouth and they don't have to ask or bring it up, it's just going to happen, because I like doing it and they clearly don't object lol. They can text ahead if they want which some of them do and I find very funny and also very efficient.

I deepthroat every time, sloppy and wet, spit everywhere, I don't make it neat because neat is not the point. I swallow every load without making it a whole thing, I let them grab my hair and fuck my throat until I'm gagging and drooling and tearing up and I stay down because I want to and because the sounds they make when I do are something I genuinely get wet from, like embarrassingly wet, which probably tells you everything about how much I actually enjoy this. I have opinions about technique and I apply them and the results speak for themselves.

Here's the part I didn't expect though, the part that actually makes this the opposite of a sad story, they look out for me in return in ways that go so far beyond what I ever expected. One of them found out I had a thing for his roommate and spent three weeks actively engineering a situation where we could spend time together and it worked and I felt like more than I deserved from a person lol. Another one is my emergency contact. Another one drove four hours to help me move without being asked. They talk about me to other guys as someone worth knowing and I have met people through them that have changed my actual life.

None of my girlfriends know about the arrangement. I don't have that many anyway and it's not their business. What I have is a group of guys who are my people, who I take care of in a specific sloppy wet way I enjoy and that costs me nothing, and who take care of me back in every way that matters.

It's a good life.

I had been aware of him for over a year before that weekend and had done nothing about it, which I want acknowledged upfront as an act of genuine restraint.

My best friend's boyfriend is the kind of attractive that registers immediately in a room, the sort of face and build that you notice and then file away because noticing is fine and acting on it is a different category entirely when it's your best friend's boyfriend. I had filed him away. I had been very disciplined about the filing. And then she booked an airbnb with a jacuzzi for a late birthday celebration and put the three of us in it together with enough alcohol to make discipline feel like a suggestion rather than a rule.

We got in the jacuzzi after dinner and the evening had a particular quality to it from the start, warm water and low light and the loose easy warmth of people who have been drinking and are comfortable with each other and have nowhere to be. She and I have always been like that, physical in the easy way that close female friendships sometimes are, touchy without it needing to mean anything specific, and at some point in the water she pulled me close and kissed me and I kissed her back and it was soft and warm and her mouth tasted like the cocktails we'd been drinking all evening and I had both hands in her wet hair and forgot entirely that there was a third person in the jacuzzi.

Then I remembered.

He was watching us. His expression was the kind that you feel rather than see, something low and focused and very present, and I felt it in my chest and considerably below my chest and I got wetter just from his eyes on us, from knowing he was watching, and that specific piece of information about myself arrived at a very inconvenient moment.

She pulled back from me and looked at him and smiled and then she was kissing him and I was two feet away watching that happen in the warm water and feeling things I had been filing away for fourteen months and not filing particularly successfully anymore.

The three of us found a rhythm from there. Mouths and hands, her moving between us, kissing me and then him and then somehow both of us at once, his hands moving under the water between the two of us and every time they moved toward me I felt my pussy clench around nothing and had to concentrate on keeping my breathing even. I was soaking, completely soaking, and entirely not from the jacuzzi, and every slow movement of his hands through the warm water made it worse and I was having a very significant internal experience about all of it while trying to appear like someone who was handling things normally.

We got out eventually. She caught my eye and tilted her head toward the bedroom without a word and I followed immediately because there was no version of events in which I didn't follow.

And then I saw it properly.

I have been with a reasonable number of people. I have considered myself informed. I was not prepared for what his shorts coming off revealed and the first thing my body did before my brain had even caught up was produce an immediate and embarrassing amount of wetness, like some deep instinctive part of me had assessed the situation and responded accordingly before I had any say in it. He was huge, thick in a way that my hands confirmed when I reached for him, and I thought of all the times she had mentioned him casually in conversation and felt a new and specific appreciation for what she had been casually mentioning.

She was touching him while I watched, already wet herself, and I understood that she had been doing this regularly for months and revised my entire understanding of her upward.

When he pressed his cock against me I was dripping, slick down my thighs, shaking slightly just from the weight of him there and the anticipation of it, and she got her fingers inside me first, patient and slow, working me open while I gripped the sheets and breathed carefully and felt the specific intimacy of being taken care of by my best friend in preparation for something my body desperately wanted and wasn't sure it could take.

Even after that when he pressed the head of his cock against me and pushed slowly the stretch was something I had no framework for. I could take the head, barely, and just that, just the fullness of just the tip of him inside me, was enough to make my eyes roll back and my thighs lock around him and I came, fast and completely, my pussy clenching around just that much of him while my whole body shook apart and I made sounds into the pillow that I had no control over whatsoever.

He was very gracious about it. She was very gracious about it. I was mortified and also felt incredible which is a specific combination I recommend.

I apologized properly while she was in the bathroom. Got on my knees in front of him and took his cock in my hands and looked at it for a moment because I felt I had earned that, and then I took as much of him into my mouth as I could manage and worked the rest with both hands and he came down my throat while I looked up at him and I swallowed everything and felt the evening had concluded well despite the earlier setback.

I still don't know how she takes all of it regularly. I have questions. I have a standing invitation to find out and I intend to take it.

I had been aware of him for over a year before that weekend and had done nothing about it, which I want acknowledged upfront as an act of genuine restraint.

My best friend's boyfriend is the kind of attractive that registers immediately in a room, the sort of face and build that you notice and then file away because noticing is fine and acting on it is a different category entirely when it's your best friend's boyfriend. I had filed him away. I had been very disciplined about the filing. And then she booked an airbnb with a jacuzzi for a late birthday celebration and put the three of us in it together with enough alcohol to make discipline feel like a suggestion rather than a rule.

We got in the jacuzzi after dinner and the evening had a particular quality to it from the start, warm water and low light and the loose easy warmth of people who have been drinking and are comfortable with each other and have nowhere to be. She and I have always been like that, physical in the easy way that close female friendships sometimes are, touchy without it needing to mean anything specific, and at some point in the water she pulled me close and kissed me and I kissed her back and it was soft and warm and her mouth tasted like the cocktails we'd been drinking all evening and I had both hands in her wet hair and forgot entirely that there was a third person in the jacuzzi.

Then I remembered.

He was watching us. His expression was the kind that you feel rather than see, something low and focused and very present, and I felt it in my chest and considerably below my chest and I got wetter just from his eyes on us, from knowing he was watching, and that specific piece of information about myself arrived at a very inconvenient moment.

She pulled back from me and looked at him and smiled and then she was kissing him and I was two feet away watching that happen in the warm water and feeling things I had been filing away for fourteen months and not filing particularly successfully anymore.

The three of us found a rhythm from there. Mouths and hands, her moving between us, kissing me and then him and then somehow both of us at once, his hands moving under the water between the two of us and every time they moved toward me I felt my pussy clench around nothing and had to concentrate on keeping my breathing even. I was soaking, completely soaking, and entirely not from the jacuzzi, and every slow movement of his hands through the warm water made it worse and I was having a very significant internal experience about all of it while trying to appear like someone who was handling things normally.

We got out eventually. She caught my eye and tilted her head toward the bedroom without a word and I followed immediately because there was no version of events in which I didn't follow.

And then I saw it properly.

I have been with a reasonable number of people. I have considered myself informed. I was not prepared for what his shorts coming off revealed and the first thing my body did before my brain had even caught up was produce an immediate and embarrassing amount of wetness, like some deep instinctive part of me had assessed the situation and responded accordingly before I had any say in it. He was huge, thick in a way that my hands confirmed when I reached for him, and I thought of all the times she had mentioned him casually in conversation and felt a new and specific appreciation for what she had been casually mentioning.

She was touching him while I watched, already wet herself, and I understood that she had been doing this regularly for months and revised my entire understanding of her upward.

When he pressed his cock against me I was dripping, slick down my thighs, shaking slightly just from the weight of him there and the anticipation of it, and she got her fingers inside me first, patient and slow, working me open while I gripped the sheets and breathed carefully and felt the specific intimacy of being taken care of by my best friend in preparation for something my body desperately wanted and wasn't sure it could take.

Even after that when he pressed the head of his cock against me and pushed slowly the stretch was something I had no framework for. I could take the head, barely, and just that, just the fullness of just the tip of him inside me, was enough to make my eyes roll back and my thighs lock around him and I came, fast and completely, my pussy clenching around just that much of him while my whole body shook apart and I made sounds into the pillow that I had no control over whatsoever.

He was very gracious about it. She was very gracious about it. I was mortified and also felt incredible which is a specific combination I recommend.

I apologized properly while she was in the bathroom. Got on my knees in front of him and took his cock in my hands and looked at it for a moment because I felt I had earned that, and then I took as much of him into my mouth as I could manage and worked the rest with both hands and he came down my throat while I looked up at him and I swallowed everything and felt the evening had concluded well despite the earlier setback.

I still don't know how she takes all of it regularly. I have questions. I have a standing invitation to find out and I intend to take it.

There is some background here that you need and I'm going to keep it short, my best friend's boyfriend has been attractive to me for over a year and I have done absolutely nothing about it because she is my best friend and I am a good person, also she would 100% clock it if I tried anything, so it has just been living in the back of my head quietly for fourteen months. Until last weekend lol.

Late birthday celebration, fancy airbnb, jacuzzi, the three of us, and a level of alcohol that I would describe as more than sufficient.

We got in the jacuzzi after dinner and honestly it started the way these things always start when you put two girls who are comfortable with each other and one very attractive man into warm water with enough drinks in them, which is slowly and then all at once. She and I have always been touchy with each other in a way that's never needed a label and with the alcohol and the warm water and the low light she pulled me close at some point and kissed me and I kissed her back and it was soft and warm and her mouth tasted like whatever cocktail we'd been drinking and I had my hands in her wet hair and for a second I genuinely forgot there was a third person in the jacuzzi at all.

Then I remembered.

He was watching us with this expression that I felt in my chest and significantly lower than my chest and I could feel his eyes on us and I got wetter from that alone which is information I was not ready to process at that moment lol. She pulled back from me and looked at him and smiled and then she was kissing him and I was watching that happen from about two feet away in a jacuzzi feeling extremely things about it.

The three of us found a rhythm after that, hands moving under the water, mouths moving, her kissing me and then him and then sort of both of us at once, his hands finding their way between the two of us in the warm water and every time they got close to me I felt my pussy clench and had to actively remind myself to keep breathing like a normal person. I was SOAKING, embarrassingly soaking, and not from the jacuzzi, and the way his hands felt moving through the water toward me was making it significantly worse and I was having a very internal experience about all of this while trying to look like I was fine.

We got out eventually and she caught my eye and tilted her head toward the bedroom in a way that required no further explanation and I followed because there was no world in which I was not following.

And that is when I saw it properly for the first time.

I have slept with a reasonable number of people, I have seen some things, I thought I had a solid understanding of what was out there in the world and I was NOT prepared, like at ALL. He was huge, thick in a way that I looked at and felt my pussy go from already soaking to actively dripping, like my body made a decision completely independently of my brain and the decision was yes please immediately. I have always thought of myself as a size queen but I think that title requires some practical evidence and I may have been operating on theory this whole time lol.

She was touching him while I watched and I could see how wet she already was and I thought okay so she handles this regularly, she is genuinely built different, god bless her because I don't know how.

When he pressed his cock against me I was so wet I could feel my own wetness on him before he'd even done anything and I was dripping down my thighs and shaking a little already just from the anticipation of it and the weight of him pressing there. She got her fingers inside me first, working me open slowly while I lay there gripping the sheets and trying to breathe, and even after that when he tried to push inside me the stretch was something I was absolutely not ready for that evening. I could take the head, barely, and just THAT was enough to make my eyes roll back and my thighs clamp shut around him and I came embarrassingly fast just from the desperation and the fullness of that alone, my pussy clenching around just his tip while my whole body completely fell apart.

I felt bad about it after lol like apologetic

So while she was in the bathroom I pulled him aside and got on my knees and took his cock in my hands and just looked at it for a second because I needed a moment and I think I deserved one, and then I took as much of him in my mouth as I could manage and worked the rest with both hands and he came down my throat while I looked up at him and I swallowed all of it and felt very good about how the evening had ultimately concluded.

I don't know how she takes that regularly, I have my questions. I also have a standing request to find out in person again as soon as possible and I am not even a little bit ashamed of that.

There is some background here that you need and I'm going to keep it short, my best friend's boyfriend has been attractive to me for over a year and I have done absolutely nothing about it because she is my best friend and I am a good person, also she would 100% clock it if I tried anything, so it has just been living in the back of my head quietly for fourteen months. Until last weekend lol.

Late birthday celebration, fancy airbnb, jacuzzi, the three of us, and a level of alcohol that I would describe as more than sufficient.

We got in the jacuzzi after dinner and honestly it started the way these things always start when you put two girls who are comfortable with each other and one very attractive man into warm water with enough drinks in them, which is slowly and then all at once. She and I have always been touchy with each other in a way that's never needed a label and with the alcohol and the warm water and the low light she pulled me close at some point and kissed me and I kissed her back and it was soft and warm and her mouth tasted like whatever cocktail we'd been drinking and I had my hands in her wet hair and for a second I genuinely forgot there was a third person in the jacuzzi at all.

Then I remembered.

He was watching us with this expression that I felt in my chest and significantly lower than my chest and I could feel his eyes on us and I got wetter from that alone which is information I was not ready to process at that moment lol. She pulled back from me and looked at him and smiled and then she was kissing him and I was watching that happen from about two feet away in a jacuzzi feeling extremely things about it.

The three of us found a rhythm after that, hands moving under the water, mouths moving, her kissing me and then him and then sort of both of us at once, his hands finding their way between the two of us in the warm water and every time they got close to me I felt my pussy clench and had to actively remind myself to keep breathing like a normal person. I was SOAKING, embarrassingly soaking, and not from the jacuzzi, and the way his hands felt moving through the water toward me was making it significantly worse and I was having a very internal experience about all of this while trying to look like I was fine.

We got out eventually and she caught my eye and tilted her head toward the bedroom in a way that required no further explanation and I followed because there was no world in which I was not following.

And that is when I saw it properly for the first time.

I have slept with a reasonable number of people, I have seen some things, I thought I had a solid understanding of what was out there in the world and I was NOT prepared, like at ALL. He was huge, thick in a way that I looked at and felt my pussy go from already soaking to actively dripping, like my body made a decision completely independently of my brain and the decision was yes please immediately. I have always thought of myself as a size queen but I think that title requires some practical evidence and I may have been operating on theory this whole time lol.

She was touching him while I watched and I could see how wet she already was and I thought okay so she handles this regularly, she is genuinely built different, god bless her because I don't know how.

When he pressed his cock against me I was so wet I could feel my own wetness on him before he'd even done anything and I was dripping down my thighs and shaking a little already just from the anticipation of it and the weight of him pressing there. She got her fingers inside me first, working me open slowly while I lay there gripping the sheets and trying to breathe, and even after that when he tried to push inside me the stretch was something I was absolutely not ready for that evening. I could take the head, barely, and just THAT was enough to make my eyes roll back and my thighs clamp shut around him and I came embarrassingly fast just from the desperation and the fullness of that alone, my pussy clenching around just his tip while my whole body completely fell apart.

I felt bad about it after lol like apologetic

So while she was in the bathroom I pulled him aside and got on my knees and took his cock in my hands and just looked at it for a second because I needed a moment and I think I deserved one, and then I took as much of him in my mouth as I could manage and worked the rest with both hands and he came down my throat while I looked up at him and I swallowed all of it and felt very good about how the evening had ultimately concluded.

I don't know how she takes that regularly, I have my questions. I also have a standing request to find out in person again as soon as possible and I am not even a little bit ashamed of that.

There is some background here that you need and I'm going to keep it short, my best friend's boyfriend has been attractive to me for over a year and I have done absolutely nothing about it because she is my best friend and I am a good person, also she would 100% clock it if I tried anything, so it has just been living in the back of my head quietly for fourteen months. Until last weekend lol.

Late birthday celebration, fancy airbnb, jacuzzi, the three of us, and a level of alcohol that I would describe as more than sufficient.

We got in the jacuzzi after dinner and honestly it started the way these things always start when you put two girls who are comfortable with each other and one very attractive man into warm water with enough drinks in them, which is slowly and then all at once. She and I have always been touchy with each other in a way that's never needed a label and with the alcohol and the warm water and the low light she pulled me close at some point and kissed me and I kissed her back and it was soft and warm and her mouth tasted like whatever cocktail we'd been drinking and I had my hands in her wet hair and for a second I genuinely forgot there was a third person in the jacuzzi at all.

Then I remembered.

He was watching us with this expression that I felt in my chest and significantly lower than my chest and I could feel his eyes on us and I got wetter from that alone which is information I was not ready to process at that moment lol. She pulled back from me and looked at him and smiled and then she was kissing him and I was watching that happen from about two feet away in a jacuzzi feeling extremely things about it.

The three of us found a rhythm after that, hands moving under the water, mouths moving, her kissing me and then him and then sort of both of us at once, his hands finding their way between the two of us in the warm water and every time they got close to me I felt my pussy clench and had to actively remind myself to keep breathing like a normal person. I was SOAKING, embarrassingly soaking, and not from the jacuzzi, and the way his hands felt moving through the water toward me was making it significantly worse and I was having a very internal experience about all of this while trying to look like I was fine.

We got out eventually and she caught my eye and tilted her head toward the bedroom in a way that required no further explanation and I followed because there was no world in which I was not following.

And that is when I saw it properly for the first time.

I have slept with a reasonable number of people, I have seen some things, I thought I had a solid understanding of what was out there in the world and I was NOT prepared, like at ALL. He was huge, thick in a way that I looked at and felt my pussy go from already soaking to actively dripping, like my body made a decision completely independently of my brain and the decision was yes please immediately. I have always thought of myself as a size queen but I think that title requires some practical evidence and I may have been operating on theory this whole time lol.

She was touching him while I watched and I could see how wet she already was and I thought okay so she handles this regularly, she is genuinely built different, god bless her because I don't know how.

When he pressed his cock against me I was so wet I could feel my own wetness on him before he'd even done anything and I was dripping down my thighs and shaking a little already just from the anticipation of it and the weight of him pressing there. She got her fingers inside me first, working me open slowly while I lay there gripping the sheets and trying to breathe, and even after that when he tried to push inside me the stretch was something I was absolutely not ready for that evening. I could take the head, barely, and just THAT was enough to make my eyes roll back and my thighs clamp shut around him and I came embarrassingly fast just from the desperation and the fullness of that alone, my pussy clenching around just his tip while my whole body completely fell apart.

I felt bad about it after lol like apologetic

So while she was in the bathroom I pulled him aside and got on my knees and took his cock in my hands and just looked at it for a second because I needed a moment and I think I deserved one, and then I took as much of him in my mouth as I could manage and worked the rest with both hands and he came down my throat while I looked up at him and I swallowed all of it and felt very good about how the evening had ultimately concluded.

I don't know how she takes that regularly, I have my questions. I also have a standing request to find out in person again as soon as possible and I am not even a little bit ashamed of that.

The room was small enough that you could hear everything and I mean everything.

That's the thing about a triple, one room, three beds, zero privacy, and at eighteen assigned to share that space with two people you have just met, you spend the first few weeks performing this elaborate fiction of total unawareness. Someone shifts in the dark and everyone goes still. Someone's breathing changes and two other people immediately pretend to be asleep. It is exhausting and it does not work and everyone knows it does not work and nobody says anything about it for weeks because what are you even supposed to say.

Mia said something about it.

One night, very casually, in the dark, she just put it out there. Something like we all know what's been happening in this room so can we please just agree that it's fine and move on with our lives. The relief of that sentence landing was enormous. We agreed. We moved on. The exhausting fiction was over and the real thing could start.

What none of us anticipated was the audience effect.

The first time one of us started while the other two were still awake and we'd all agreed it was fine so nobody left or turned over or pretended, I don't remember who started it but I remember the sound of it, the specific wet sounds in the quiet dark, and then the silence from the other two beds that was not silence at all, and within maybe four minutes all three of us were going and the room had an energy that I did not have words for at eighteen but I absolutely do now.

We started planning evenings. Candle, stayed in, couple of hours of everyone doing exactly what they wanted while the others watched or participated or commented, and the sounds in that room on those nights were something else entirely, the three of us breathing and moving and occasionally making sounds we stopped trying to muffle after the first time. Jess discovered she had opinions during these evenings, running commentary she gave without realising she was giving it, narrating out loud what was working for her, what angle, what speed, and the other two of us would try it and she was right every single time without exception which makes her either genuinely talented or an absolute menace and I have never fully decided which.

The nervousness of the early ones was its own thing. Lying three feet from people you care about in the dark, hearing every sound they make, knowing they can hear every sound you make, catching each other's eyes in the low light and not looking away, being completely seen and choosing to stay there anyway. We were wet and nervous and giggling sometimes and serious other times and it was the most comfortable I have ever felt with other people in my entire life.

Other girls joined sometimes. A few of their boyfriends too, which required a different kind of group agreement and a ten minute conversation that was genuinely one of the funnier moments of my freshman year, everyone very thoughtful and reasonable about a situation that was objectively unhinged, and those evenings had a different energy to them, louder, more hands involved, more sounds coming from more directions, and I will leave it there because some things are private even now.

We're in an apartment together this year, our own rooms, actual walls, more privacy than we've ever had. We still do it sometimes, the three of us, and when we do there's a warmth to it that I think is just what it feels like to be completely comfortable with people, fully seen and not performing anything and just existing together in a way most people never get.

The shenanigans that occasionally happen are not the point.

They're just the icing on the cake.

So it started freshman year when three of us got assigned to the same triple and if you don't know what a triple is it's one room with three beds and approximately zero personal space and the kind of living situation that either destroys a friendship or creates something that is going to be very hard to explain to future partners 😭

The first few weeks we were all doing the thing where you wait until you think everyone's asleep and then very quietly try to have some private time and then immediately stop the second anyone moves and honestly it was exhausting and also clearly not working because we were all doing it and we all knew we were all doing it and nobody was saying anything about it.

Eventually Mia just said it out loud one night. Very casual. Very matter of fact. Something like okay we all know what's happening here so can we just agree that it's fine and move on with our lives.

We agreed. We moved on. It was immediately better 😭

What we did not anticipate was the audience effect. Because the first time one of us started and the other two were still awake and we'd all agreed it was fine so nobody left or turned over or pretended to be asleep, and about four minutes in all three of us were going and the room had a very specific energy that I did not have vocabulary for at eighteen years old but I do now.

We started planning them. That's the part I feel like I should ease you into but there's no graceful way to say it so I'm just going to say it. We would pick a night, stay in, light a candle because we are WOMEN OF CULTURE, and spend a couple of hours just doing whatever we wanted while the others watched or participated or occasionally offered suggestions 😇

The suggestions thing started because Jess kept giving running commentary without meaning to, like she would just narrate what was working for her and then we'd try it and she was right every single time which makes her either very talented or a menace, jury's still out 💀

The tension of it was something I wasn't expecting. Like it's one thing to know your roommates are attractive and another thing entirely to be lying three feet away from them in the dark listening to them and knowing they can hear you and making eye contact occasionally and pretending that's a normal thing that normal people do. We were all nervous the first few times in a way that was somehow more intimate than anything else because we were nervous TOGETHER.

Other girls joined sometimes. A few of their boyfriends, which required a different kind of group agreement and a very funny ten minute conversation that I think about sometimes when I feel like the world is too serious 😭

We still have our own rooms now since we moved into an apartment together this year, more space, more privacy, but we still do it, and when we do there's this warmth to it that I think is just what it feels like to be completely comfortable with people, like fully seen and not performing anything and just existing together in a way most people never get.

The shenanigans that occasionally happen are not the point. They're just the icing on the cake lol 💅

If your college roommates aren't your people after reading this I'm so sorry genuinely.

So it started freshman year when three of us got assigned to the same triple and if you don't know what a triple is it's one room with three beds and approximately zero personal space and the kind of living situation that either destroys a friendship or creates something that is going to be very hard to explain to future partners 😭

The first few weeks we were all doing the thing where you wait until you think everyone's asleep and then very quietly try to have some private time and then immediately stop the second anyone moves and honestly it was exhausting and also clearly not working because we were all doing it and we all knew we were all doing it and nobody was saying anything about it.

Eventually Mia just said it out loud one night. Very casual. Very matter of fact. Something like okay we all know what's happening here so can we just agree that it's fine and move on with our lives.

We agreed. We moved on. It was immediately better 😭

What we did not anticipate was the audience effect. Because the first time one of us started and the other two were still awake and we'd all agreed it was fine so nobody left or turned over or pretended to be asleep, and about four minutes in all three of us were going and the room had a very specific energy that I did not have vocabulary for at eighteen years old but I do now.

We started planning them. That's the part I feel like I should ease you into but there's no graceful way to say it so I'm just going to say it. We would pick a night, stay in, light a candle because we are WOMEN OF CULTURE, and spend a couple of hours just doing whatever we wanted while the others watched or participated or occasionally offered suggestions 😇

The suggestions thing started because Jess kept giving running commentary without meaning to, like she would just narrate what was working for her and then we'd try it and she was right every single time which makes her either very talented or a menace, jury's still out 💀

The tension of it was something I wasn't expecting. Like it's one thing to know your roommates are attractive and another thing entirely to be lying three feet away from them in the dark listening to them and knowing they can hear you and making eye contact occasionally and pretending that's a normal thing that normal people do. We were all nervous the first few times in a way that was somehow more intimate than anything else because we were nervous TOGETHER.

Other girls joined sometimes. A few of their boyfriends, which required a different kind of group agreement and a very funny ten minute conversation that I think about sometimes when I feel like the world is too serious 😭

We still have our own rooms now since we moved into an apartment together this year, more space, more privacy, but we still do it, and when we do there's this warmth to it that I think is just what it feels like to be completely comfortable with people, like fully seen and not performing anything and just existing together in a way most people never get.

The shenanigans that occasionally happen are not the point. They're just the icing on the cake lol 💅

If your college roommates aren't your people after reading this I'm so sorry genuinely.

So it started freshman year when three of us got assigned to the same triple and if you don't know what a triple is it's one room with three beds and approximately zero personal space and the kind of living situation that either destroys a friendship or creates something that is going to be very hard to explain to future partners 😭

The first few weeks we were all doing the thing where you wait until you think everyone's asleep and then very quietly try to have some private time and then immediately stop the second anyone moves and honestly it was exhausting and also clearly not working because we were all doing it and we all knew we were all doing it and nobody was saying anything about it.

Eventually Mia just said it out loud one night. Very casual. Very matter of fact. Something like okay we all know what's happening here so can we just agree that it's fine and move on with our lives.

We agreed. We moved on. It was immediately better 😭

What we did not anticipate was the audience effect. Because the first time one of us started and the other two were still awake and we'd all agreed it was fine so nobody left or turned over or pretended to be asleep, and about four minutes in all three of us were going and the room had a very specific energy that I did not have vocabulary for at eighteen years old but I do now.

We started planning them. That's the part I feel like I should ease you into but there's no graceful way to say it so I'm just going to say it. We would pick a night, stay in, light a candle because we are WOMEN OF CULTURE, and spend a couple of hours just doing whatever we wanted while the others watched or participated or occasionally offered suggestions 😇

The suggestions thing started because Jess kept giving running commentary without meaning to, like she would just narrate what was working for her and then we'd try it and she was right every single time which makes her either very talented or a menace, jury's still out 💀

The tension of it was something I wasn't expecting. Like it's one thing to know your roommates are attractive and another thing entirely to be lying three feet away from them in the dark listening to them and knowing they can hear you and making eye contact occasionally and pretending that's a normal thing that normal people do. We were all nervous the first few times in a way that was somehow more intimate than anything else because we were nervous TOGETHER.

Other girls joined sometimes. A few of their boyfriends, which required a different kind of group agreement and a very funny ten minute conversation that I think about sometimes when I feel like the world is too serious 😭

We still have our own rooms now since we moved into an apartment together this year, more space, more privacy, but we still do it, and when we do there's this warmth to it that I think is just what it feels like to be completely comfortable with people, like fully seen and not performing anything and just existing together in a way most people never get.

The shenanigans that occasionally happen are not the point. They're just the icing on the cake lol 💅

If your college roommates aren't your people after reading this I'm so sorry genuinely.

So it started freshman year when three of us got assigned to the same triple and if you don't know what a triple is it's one room with three beds and approximately zero personal space and the kind of living situation that either destroys a friendship or creates something that is going to be very hard to explain to future partners 😭

The first few weeks we were all doing the thing where you wait until you think everyone's asleep and then very quietly try to have some private time and then immediately stop the second anyone moves and honestly it was exhausting and also clearly not working because we were all doing it and we all knew we were all doing it and nobody was saying anything about it.

Eventually Mia just said it out loud one night. Very casual. Very matter of fact. Something like okay we all know what's happening here so can we just agree that it's fine and move on with our lives.

We agreed. We moved on. It was immediately better 😭

What we did not anticipate was the audience effect. Because the first time one of us started and the other two were still awake and we'd all agreed it was fine so nobody left or turned over or pretended to be asleep, and about four minutes in all three of us were going and the room had a very specific energy that I did not have vocabulary for at eighteen years old but I do now.

We started planning them. That's the part I feel like I should ease you into but there's no graceful way to say it so I'm just going to say it. We would pick a night, stay in, light a candle because we are WOMEN OF CULTURE, and spend a couple of hours just doing whatever we wanted while the others watched or participated or occasionally offered suggestions 😇

The suggestions thing started because Jess kept giving running commentary without meaning to, like she would just narrate what was working for her and then we'd try it and she was right every single time which makes her either very talented or a menace, jury's still out 💀

The tension of it was something I wasn't expecting. Like it's one thing to know your roommates are attractive and another thing entirely to be lying three feet away from them in the dark listening to them and knowing they can hear you and making eye contact occasionally and pretending that's a normal thing that normal people do. We were all nervous the first few times in a way that was somehow more intimate than anything else because we were nervous TOGETHER.

Other girls joined sometimes. A few of their boyfriends, which required a different kind of group agreement and a very funny ten minute conversation that I think about sometimes when I feel like the world is too serious 😭

We still have our own rooms now since we moved into an apartment together this year, more space, more privacy, but we still do it, and when we do there's this warmth to it that I think is just what it feels like to be completely comfortable with people, like fully seen and not performing anything and just existing together in a way most people never get.

The shenanigans that occasionally happen are not the point. They're just the icing on the cake lol 💅

If your college roommates aren't your people after reading this I'm so sorry genuinely.

So it started freshman year when three of us got assigned to the same triple and if you don't know what a triple is it's one room with three beds and approximately zero personal space and the kind of living situation that either destroys a friendship or creates something that is going to be very hard to explain to future partners 😭

The first few weeks we were all doing the thing where you wait until you think everyone's asleep and then very quietly try to have some private time and then immediately stop the second anyone moves and honestly it was exhausting and also clearly not working because we were all doing it and we all knew we were all doing it and nobody was saying anything about it.

Eventually Mia just said it out loud one night. Very casual. Very matter of fact. Something like okay we all know what's happening here so can we just agree that it's fine and move on with our lives.

We agreed. We moved on. It was immediately better 😭

What we did not anticipate was the audience effect. Because the first time one of us started and the other two were still awake and we'd all agreed it was fine so nobody left or turned over or pretended to be asleep, and about four minutes in all three of us were going and the room had a very specific energy that I did not have vocabulary for at eighteen years old but I do now.

We started planning them. That's the part I feel like I should ease you into but there's no graceful way to say it so I'm just going to say it. We would pick a night, stay in, light a candle because we are WOMEN OF CULTURE, and spend a couple of hours just doing whatever we wanted while the others watched or participated or occasionally offered suggestions 😇

The suggestions thing started because Jess kept giving running commentary without meaning to, like she would just narrate what was working for her and then we'd try it and she was right every single time which makes her either very talented or a menace, jury's still out 💀

The tension of it was something I wasn't expecting. Like it's one thing to know your roommates are attractive and another thing entirely to be lying three feet away from them in the dark listening to them and knowing they can hear you and making eye contact occasionally and pretending that's a normal thing that normal people do. We were all nervous the first few times in a way that was somehow more intimate than anything else because we were nervous TOGETHER.

Other girls joined sometimes. A few of their boyfriends, which required a different kind of group agreement and a very funny ten minute conversation that I think about sometimes when I feel like the world is too serious 😭

We still have our own rooms now since we moved into an apartment together this year, more space, more privacy, but we still do it, and when we do there's this warmth to it that I think is just what it feels like to be completely comfortable with people, like fully seen and not performing anything and just existing together in a way most people never get.

The shenanigans that occasionally happen are not the point. They're just the icing on the cake lol 💅

If your college roommates aren't your people after reading this I'm so sorry genuinely.

They found out in October, the way things come out in group chats at midnight when everyone is tired and honest, and after that the dynamic shifted in a way nobody named out loud but everyone felt.

I had been open about being bi since before I got to college. It wasn't a big thing for me, just a fact about myself I'd stopped treating as complicated, but I understood pretty quickly that for some of the girls on the team it was something else entirely. Something they had been circling for a long time without having anyone nearby who made it feel safe to land.

Girls who had been friendly before started finding reasons to be specifically around me. Asking questions in the way people ask questions when the question is really something else, what was it like, did I ever think about them, could they ask me something without it being weird. I said yes every time because it was never weird and I meant that and I think they could tell.

The away meet in November was the first time anything became something.

My roommate and I had been lying in the dark for a long time, talking about nothing and then about more than nothing, the kind of conversation that only happens when the lights are off and there's nowhere to go and the night has a particular quality of permission to it. She went quiet at some point and I could feel her thinking from across the room, feel the weight of whatever she was sitting with, and after a while she asked what it felt like when a girl touched you.

She wasn't asking to learn something. She was asking because she already knew the answer and needed someone else to say it first.

I told her to come sit with me.

She crossed the room in the dark and sat on the edge of my bed and I could feel how nervous she was, nervous in that specific way where your body has already made a decision your mouth hasn't finished catching up to. I reached over and pushed her hair back from her face and kissed her and she made a small sound against my mouth, barely anything, the sound of something being confirmed.

I took my time. Ran my hands over her slowly, her waist and her ribs and the curve of her back, learning where her breathing changed and staying there. Got her shirt off and put my mouth on her chest and she grabbed the edge of my sheet with both hands and pressed her lips together trying to stay quiet because the walls between rooms were thin and we could still hear voices next door. Her whole body was tense with the effort of it, this concentrated stillness, and I felt the specific intimacy of that, of being the thing someone is trying so hard to stay quiet for.

I got my hand between her thighs and she was already soaking through her underwear before I had done anything at all, wet enough that I felt it through the fabric the moment I touched her, and she made a small shocked sound like her own body had surprised her. I pulled her underwear aside and got my fingers on her properly and she bit down on her own hand immediately, hard, to stay quiet. I worked her open slowly, reading every sound she made and every shift of her hips, taking my time the way first times deserve, and when she was trembling and wet enough I got two fingers inside her and kept my thumb on her clit and felt her fall apart completely. She came with her face buried in my shoulder, her whole body shaking with the effort of not being loud, and when it was over she grabbed my wrist and held my hand exactly where it was and didn't let go for a long time, like she wasn't ready for the moment to be over yet.

She cried a little after, the good kind, like something she had already known had just been confirmed out loud for the first time.

After that it became a quiet understanding on the team, nothing said directly, just felt. Girls found reasons to be alone with me, study sessions that became something else, late nights in the training facility, away meets where we always somehow ended up sharing a room. Some of them just wanted to be held and touched and to have someone patient enough to let them figure out what they were feeling. Some of them wanted to use their mouths on me and needed someone who would guide them through it without making it strange. One of them asked me to talk her through touching herself while I watched and that specific intimacy sat with me for a long time after, the trust of it, the way she kept her eyes on mine the whole time.

By the end of the year I had been with more than half the team in some capacity. A few of them have since come out. One of them is dating a girl from another school now and sent me a photo of them together with just the word FINALLY and I looked at it for a long time before I saved it.

I love this team more than I can say. I'm glad I joined. I'm glad October happened the way it did. I'm glad she crossed the room in the dark.

They found out in October, the way things come out in group chats at midnight when everyone is tired and honest, and after that the dynamic shifted in a way nobody named out loud but everyone felt.

I had been open about being bi since before I got to college. It wasn't a big thing for me, just a fact about myself I'd stopped treating as complicated, but I understood pretty quickly that for some of the girls on the team it was something else entirely. Something they had been circling for a long time without having anyone nearby who made it feel safe to land.

Girls who had been friendly before started finding reasons to be specifically around me. Asking questions in the way people ask questions when the question is really something else, what was it like, did I ever think about them, could they ask me something without it being weird. I said yes every time because it was never weird and I meant that and I think they could tell.

The away meet in November was the first time anything became something.

My roommate and I had been lying in the dark for a long time, talking about nothing and then about more than nothing, the kind of conversation that only happens when the lights are off and there's nowhere to go and the night has a particular quality of permission to it. She went quiet at some point and I could feel her thinking from across the room, feel the weight of whatever she was sitting with, and after a while she asked what it felt like when a girl touched you.

She wasn't asking to learn something. She was asking because she already knew the answer and needed someone else to say it first.

I told her to come sit with me.

She crossed the room in the dark and sat on the edge of my bed and I could feel how nervous she was, nervous in that specific way where your body has already made a decision your mouth hasn't finished catching up to. I reached over and pushed her hair back from her face and kissed her and she made a small sound against my mouth, barely anything, the sound of something being confirmed.

I took my time. Ran my hands over her slowly, her waist and her ribs and the curve of her back, learning where her breathing changed and staying there. Got her shirt off and put my mouth on her chest and she grabbed the edge of my sheet with both hands and pressed her lips together trying to stay quiet because the walls between rooms were thin and we could still hear voices next door. Her whole body was tense with the effort of it, this concentrated stillness, and I felt the specific intimacy of that, of being the thing someone is trying so hard to stay quiet for.

I got my hand between her thighs and she was already soaking through her underwear before I had done anything at all, wet enough that I felt it through the fabric the moment I touched her, and she made a small shocked sound like her own body had surprised her. I pulled her underwear aside and got my fingers on her properly and she bit down on her own hand immediately, hard, to stay quiet. I worked her open slowly, reading every sound she made and every shift of her hips, taking my time the way first times deserve, and when she was trembling and wet enough I got two fingers inside her and kept my thumb on her clit and felt her fall apart completely. She came with her face buried in my shoulder, her whole body shaking with the effort of not being loud, and when it was over she grabbed my wrist and held my hand exactly where it was and didn't let go for a long time, like she wasn't ready for the moment to be over yet.

She cried a little after, the good kind, like something she had already known had just been confirmed out loud for the first time.

After that it became a quiet understanding on the team, nothing said directly, just felt. Girls found reasons to be alone with me, study sessions that became something else, late nights in the training facility, away meets where we always somehow ended up sharing a room. Some of them just wanted to be held and touched and to have someone patient enough to let them figure out what they were feeling. Some of them wanted to use their mouths on me and needed someone who would guide them through it without making it strange. One of them asked me to talk her through touching herself while I watched and that specific intimacy sat with me for a long time after, the trust of it, the way she kept her eyes on mine the whole time.

By the end of the year I had been with more than half the team in some capacity. A few of them have since come out. One of them is dating a girl from another school now and sent me a photo of them together with just the word FINALLY and I looked at it for a long time before I saved it.

I love this team more than I can say. I'm glad I joined. I'm glad October happened the way it did. I'm glad she crossed the room in the dark.

Bear with me because there's some background here that matters 😭

I figured out I was bi before I got to college and I'm pretty open about it, which apparently makes me interesting to a lot of people who have been sitting with questions they never had a safe person to ask. I joined the swim team this year and I am OBSESSED with these girls. Like the most beautiful group of humans I have ever been in a room with and we spend a significant portion of our time together in swimsuits which is its own situation entirely 😅

They found out I was bi naturally, just came up in a group chat conversation one night, and almost overnight girls who had been friendly before started finding reasons to be around me specifically. Asking me questions about being with girls, what it was like, whether I thought about them. Asking to room with me on away meets.

I am a helper by nature 😇

The first time was my roommate at an away meet in November. We'd been lying in the dark for a while talking about nothing and then about everything and then she got quiet and I could feel her thinking from across the room. She asked what it felt like when a girl touched you, and she wasn't asking to learn something, she was asking because she already knew the answer and needed someone else to say it first.

I told her to come sit with me.

She crossed the room and sat on the edge of my bed and I could feel how nervous she was, nervous in that way where your body has already decided something your mouth hasn't caught up to yet. I pushed her hair back and kissed her and she made a small sound against my mouth like something had been confirmed.

I took my time. Ran my hands over her slowly, her waist, her ribs, learning what made her breathing change. Got her shirt off and my mouth on her chest and she grabbed the sheets and tried to stay quiet because the walls were thin and the girls next door were definitely still awake. I got my hand between her thighs and she was already soaking through her underwear before I'd done anything at all, wet enough that I could feel it through the fabric, and she made this small shocked sound like her own body had surprised her.

I pulled her underwear aside and got my fingers on her properly and she bit down on her own hand to stay quiet. Took my time working her open, slow, reading every sound she made, and when she was wet enough and trembling enough I got two fingers inside her and kept my thumb on her clit and felt her completely fall apart. She came with her face buried in my shoulder trying desperately not to be loud and grabbed my wrist and held my hand exactly where it was for a long time after, like she wasn't ready for it to be over.

She cried a little after, the good kind, like something she'd already known had just been confirmed out loud for the first time.

After that it became a known thing on the team without anyone saying it explicitly. Girls would find reasons to be alone with me, study sessions that turned into something else, late nights in the training facility, away meets where we always somehow ended up in the same room. Some of them just wanted to be touched, some of them wanted to use their mouths on me and needed someone patient enough to guide them, which I am 😌, and one of them asked me to talk her through touching herself while I watched and that was a specific intimacy I was not prepared for and I think about it constantly 😭

By the end of the year I'd been with more than half the team in some capacity. A few of them have since come out, one of them is now dating a girl from another team and texted me a photo with just the word FINALLY and I screenshotted it immediately.

I love this team SO much. Best decision I ever made joining. The sport is great too I guess lol 😭