It was a dull Tuesday at university, a morning full of classes and an afternoon full of doing homework. But there was a silver lining. My FWB had invited my roommates and me over to his (and his roommate's) place to watch a soccer match. Just to help your imagination a bit; I'm 161cm, 60kg, E-cup boobs, a not too big but still fine butt, and that day I was wearing a dark red tank top black pump pants and my brunette hair in a ponytail. When we got there there were already a bunch of empty beers and a lot of smoke in the living room. We chatted a bit, drank some beers and smoked some weed. When the match started all the guys were focussed on the TV. Every now and then my FWB, let's call him Paul, would ask me to join him on the balcony for a cigarette. But of course it wasn't just for the cigarette. The first time we went out we made out and fooled around a bit.
Now, fooling around and making out isn't a dramatic thing, but for me it was. I didn't grow up in an urban area and the fact that we were on a balcony in the city, where anybody could watch us, was already pretty exciting for me. But then additionally, the balcony was right behind the couch in the living room. The guys watching the match would just need to turn around and they would see us. It was dangerous. And hot.