i told him i’d be good, then let his best friend wreck me [GF]

i wasn’t planning on cheating. not really. not that night, at least. but we were already fighting when we got to the party, and he kept ditching me to hang with his work buddies. so i drank. a lot. vodka cranberries that turned into straight vodka when no one was looking. i was texting him from across the house like a psycho — “can we talk?” “where are you?” “are you seriously ignoring me right now?” — and getting nothing back. his best friend found me on the porch. he’s hot. annoyingly hot. tall, cocky, stupid smile that makes you want to slap him or suck him. we’d always had that weird tension. the kind where you pretend to hate each other so you don’t end up naked. didn’t work. he sat down beside me, lit a cigarette, and said, “he’s being a dick tonight.” i laughed. then i started crying. like, real tears. mascara and everything. he handed me his hoodie, and somehow that turned into me leaning on his shoulder, which turned into his hand on my thigh, and before i knew it, i was whispering things like “he hasn’t touched me in weeks” and “i don’t even think he wants me anymore.” his friend didn’t say anything. just looked at me like he was trying not to make a move. i made it first. we kissed like we’d been holding it in for months. messy, desperate, wrong in that way that feels too good to stop. his hands slid up my shirt and i didn’t stop him. we stumbled into the guest room upstairs. i remember saying “just one time” as i pulled his pants down. he looked at me like, “you sure?” and i nodded like the worst girlfriend on the planet. he was so hard already. i dropped to my knees and sucked him slow, messy, letting drool run down my chin. he groaned and tangled his hand in my hair. i didn’t even care if someone walked in. i wanted him to see how good i could be for someone else. he bent me over the edge of the bed, pulled my panties to the side, and slid into me from behind. no condom. no hesitation. just full, thick cock stretching me open while i moaned into the blanket. he started fucking me like he’d been thinking about it forever. deep, fast, filthy. i kept whispering, “don’t stop, don’t stop,” like a broken record. when he grabbed my hips and started slamming into me harder, i bit the blanket to keep from screaming. he spanked me once and i almost came. said i was tighter than he expected, wetter too. i told him i hadn’t been touched in weeks. he said, “that’s a fucking crime.” i came hard. shaking, loud, probably woke someone up. he didn’t stop. kept going until he was groaning behind me, pulling out and finishing all over my ass and lower back. it was so much. hot and messy. i laid there trembling, still bent over, still catching my breath. we didn’t talk. he helped me clean up with some tissue and handed me back my panties. i left the hoodie on. i went back downstairs and found my boyfriend in the kitchen like nothing had happened. he looked annoyed. asked where i’d been. i just smiled and said, “had to cool off.” he didn’t even notice i was still wearing his friend’s hoodie.