I’ve known my best friend for several years. We all grew up in the same town, and they’re only a few years older than me. She was my older sister’s best friend, but we always clicked. I was always around—sleepovers, summer trips, holidays. We were like family.
She started dating a guy, and then she got pregnant. He is very in charge, a type A personality, and carries himself with a certain confidence. The kind that makes people listen when he talks. He’s always been laid-back, the type who never seems fazed by anything, always in control. Well, he did not want this baby. However, they just had a small wedding, really small, basically just immediate family. And I do mean just had this wedding over the weekend.
Because it was almost all family except for about ten really close friends, we were all shacked up in a huge house with three levels, two kitchens, and an elevator. It was sick. It slept 32 people, so the guys were essentially on one floor, the bridal party on another, and the parents on the bottom floor. I arrived just before the rehearsal dinner, so I didn’t have a chance to really figure out where anything was. I just dropped off my bag and was off to the venue.
It was late. The rehearsal dinner was a blast, and everyone had winded down from after-hours activities. It was probably 3:30 AM. I do not sleep for a number of reasons, and I am always thirsty because of medication. Anyway, I had finished the last bottle of water in my room, so I went looking for something to drink.
Well, it’s late at night, it’s really fucking dark in this house, and I don’t think I have to go far… so I am just wearing a shirt. That’s it. Just a shirt. If someone turned on a light, they could see everything. I was like, fuck it, it’s late, no one is going to see me. Well, I was wrong.
The house was dark, the house was quiet, and I was tiptoeing through the kitchen when I saw him standing there. My heart dropped. He wasn’t supposed to be here. But I knew him, and it was dark, so he shouldn’t be able to see anything, right? He would think I was wearing shorts or at least underwear. I could just grab my drink and get the hell out of there.
He wasn’t doing anything, just leaning against the counter, wearing sweats, shirtless. Once I caught his attention, he just stared at me, and I made the mistake of locking eyes with him. I should have just grabbed my drink and gone back to bed.
But I didn’t.
Suddenly, he was in front of me, his hands on my waist, pressing me back against the counter. His grip was firm, his body so close I could feel his heat radiating off him.
He whispered to me that he was getting married tomorrow. I didn’t answer him, and after just a few seconds, he moved one of his hands between my legs and motioned for me to spread them. I did, and I could feel him discovering just how wet I was. In that moment, I was scared. So many things were running through my head, but it was the most sexually charged I had ever been.
He took his finger that had been inside me and pressed it against my lower lip, silently telling me to taste myself. As I did, he kissed me. With no effort at all, he lifted me onto the counter. I put my arms behind me to brace myself as he raised my legs into a V-shape. I honestly don’t know if the oral he performed was that incredible because he was good at it or because I was so scared someone could have walked in at any minute. He grabbed a kitchen towel and shoved it into my mouth to make sure I didn’t make any noise.
It was quick, desperate, completely wrong, and I swear I could hear my pulse in my ears. His hands were everywhere—gripping my hips, sliding up and down my thighs. His mouth was hot, insistent, taking exactly what he wanted.
I came within a minute or two, and as soon as I did, he pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, and I felt immense pressure on my asshole. I was no stranger to anal, but I always used lube. He was using just the juices from my pussy, which honestly did a decent job since they were so slick and plentiful.
He came in my ass quicker than I came, pulled out fast—which hurt more than going in—and just walked away. OK. Like, WTF.
We went through the wedding. I had a hard time looking at and talking to my friend. I honestly feel like a piece of shit. I don’t know what to do. They only got married because of the pregnancy, and if I tell her, she will hate me. I also can’t stop thinking about what he did to me.
