Ihave a friend who’s sweet, fun, a little clueless honestly. Her boyfriend? Total opposite. Cocky, older, and fine af. I’ve always had a thing for older guys who know what they’re doing, and he definitely knew.Anyway, one night we were all at her place drinking, she got too drunk and ended up passing out in her room early. I stayed to “make sure she was okay”. Her boyfriend and I stayed up talking… and flirting. Like heavy flirting.He told me he always thought I was trouble, and I just smirked and said, “You have no idea.”Ten minutes later, we were in the kitchen. He bent me over the counter and pulled my skirt up like he’d been waiting forever to do it. No talking, just pure tension and raw energy. It was so hot I forgot where I was.
I came so hard I had to bite my arm to stop myself from moaning too loud. And yes she was still asleep in the next room. The risk made it even hotter. When he was done, he whispered, “You’re not as innocent as you pretend to be.” And he was right.
No one knows. She still calls me her “bestie” and tells me how lucky she is to have a loyal friend like me.
