I just broke up with my boyfriend (Chris) of 4 years. Before we dated, I went out with one of his friends (John) two different times, both times while we were in high school and were virgins, never anything serious. For the past 4 years I’ve stopped myself from feeling any old attraction to John, and we’ve just been friends.
My best girl friend has been hooking up with John for the past few weeks, and while they aren’t in a relationship, she wants them to get serious at some point. Well, John happens to rent a room out of my mom’s house, where I live now that I broke up with Chris and moved out of his house. It only took about 3 nights of John and I living here together to finally go all the way, something we never did when we went out before. We both agreed we can’t tell anyone, because it would disrupt our whole circle of friends.
My best friend really likes him, and I f*cked him; I’m his heartbroken best friend’s ex, and he f*cked me. I’m guilty, but also very glad that it happened, because it was such a magical experience. There had been 6 years of s***** tension building between us, so it was thrilling. This whole situation feels surreal. I feel like an awful and deceitful person, but I don’t know if I would do anything differently because it was THAT good.