A few months ago my best friend got a new boyfriend and I was really glad for her, she’s had a lot of bad luck with guys over the last few years, and this one seemed really nice. That was the problem, he was so nice, that I, um, well, kind f wanted him for myself. I felt bad having such feelings, and felt like such a bitch for having them, but I wanted him. I liked his looks, personality, humor and had sex dreams about him all the time and thought about him when I masturbated.
A couple weeks ago I moved, and my best friend volunteered the boyfriend in question to help with the heavy stuff. I’m afraid to say that was my undoing. He was helping me set up the bedroom furniture and we quite literally fell into bed together when I tripped over a box and grabbed him to keep from going down and pulled him down with me. I was a very bad girl and took my chance, we kissed and he tried to pull away, but I really wanted him and I fucked him right then and there.
I practically ripped the clothes off of him and he didn’t put up much of a fight as I kissed and caressed him and offered him my shaved pussy. It was the best sex I’d had in years and I somehow knew it would be. I don’t want to lose her as a friend, but I fear that’s going to be the outcome, as I am going to pursue him, I do not want this to just be some one night thing, I want him for myself. I guess I’m the kind of friend they mean when they say, “With a friend like them, you don’t need an enemy.”
