Sometimes I’d walk in and just them making out would make me turn around, get in the car, and go for a long drive. It was worse when the other guys were in relationships too because I was never comfortable lying in bed, trying to sleep, while some hottie bit her lip trying not to moan as she got finger banged. It was like 3 bedrooms and we crammed 9 guys in there. My second year of junior college, my friends were living in a rental duplex in the neighborhood most of us grew up in.
