My best friend and I have been friends for over 8 years. She started dating Jeff when we had just started college. Jeff was pretty sexy, I have to admit. He was flirty and funny, and really knew how to get what he wants. And that night, I knew I wanted him.
Reading week had approached my best friend and I. She had plans to go back home to visit her family. I gave her a hug as she was packing (we were roommates), and she headed out. Jeff drove her to the airport, and I snuggled into my pjs to watch a movie. About an hour into my movie, I heard a knock on the door... and it was Jeff, standing there with a box of pizza and wine.
"Hey thought you might wanna grab a bite to eat since your other "half" is gone for a bit"- he laughed as he walked in. I felt a tad embarrassed as I was in my polka dot pajamas. I excused myself and ran into my bedroom and quickly threw on some yoga pants and a t-shirt. Jeff had poured us some wine, and we were talking about school and family.
3 glasses in, I was feeling a bit woozy and I found myself laughing at the silly jokes Jeff was making. I don't know exactly how it happened, but next thing was next... Jeff was massaging my shoulders and telling me how "sexy" I was. We kissed and then had sex. He was a great lover, and I almost found myself smiling- when I remembered... WHAT HAVE I DONE?
We finished up and he got dressed. I couldn't look him in the eyes. He swiftly said goodbye and left. The next evening, to my surprise he came over again- but I faked that I wasn't feeling well. That wasn't even a lie, I felt terrible.
My best friend came back 3 days later, and I was scared beyond belief. I never told her what happened. In fact, I got out of it pretty easily when 4 months later, she found out that Jeff was sleeping around on her with another girl. She broke things off and never looked back.
Since college ended, my best friend and I grew apart. I guess some things are better left unsaid.