Betraying a friend who had been great to me [FM]

When I was 19, I became close friends with my roommate, Karla. It was refreshing because I moved out of state for college. For my first year of college, I didn’t socialize much and my routine was going to class and then to my dorm after. Didn’t really hang out or make any real friends.I was intimidated being in a new area and missing home. She grew up not far from this area, so she was more familiar with it. Though we made good roommates and became good friends, we didn’t have much in common when it came to interests. I really enjoyed dancing, and she *hated* it. But my friendship with her gave me the confidence to put myself out there and make friends. Karla and I would occasionally hang out when we both agreed on something fun to do together. She had a boyfriend and she’d talk about him from time to time. I never saw him, she never invited him to our dorm room. I think it was out of respect toward me.

One evening, I went clubbing with a few classmates. We pregamed because we were under 21. I got a good buzz and was ready to dance. The club was playing good music and I was really getting that fun I needed. A guy approached me and tried to make small talk. He was cute, so I entertained it. We ended up dancing together and it eventually got flirty/sexual. I grinded my hips against his lap. I could feel his hard-on, but I wanted to tease. Eventually I got tired and was ready to call it a night. He asked me to go over to his apartment, but I declined.

“You gotta earn it.” I said teasingly.

We exchanged numbers, he told me his name was Mark, and went our own way. Later next week, he texted me asking to see me. I agreed and we planned on going to another club. We danced a lot and I enjoyed how good he was at it. Again, we got flirty with our dancing. I felt his erection and It was pretty noticeable too.

“You still want me?” I asked.

“I’ve been wanting you every day since I first saw you. This week has been difficult.” He replied.

“Okay then. Let’s head to your place after.”

It didn’t take long for us to decide to leave the club. We were both definitely feeling too horny to be in public. We got to his apartment and started to kiss as we clumsily made our way to his bed. He quickly took off all his clothes. He was skinny, but a bit toned. Decent sized cock. He pulled my dress down and removed my bra. Sucked and nibbled on my nipples. The room was dark, only light showing was the moonlight through the window. He got a condom on and got on top of me. I pulled my legs up to give a better angle. Once he fully penetrated me, he began to fuck me hard. It had been awhile since I had sex, so I was incredibly sensitive. He fondled my breasts and felt my body up while he pounded me. He leaned back and held my legs on his shoulders and fucked me harder than before. He kept telling me how sexy I looked and that I was the hottest girl he ever fucked. 19 year old me at the time took it all in without question. He felt good and was feeding my highly insecure ego.

He pulled out and turned me around on all fours. Spanked me and stuck his cock back inside me. My ass was bouncing against his lap and his balls were slapping against my clit. I had a small orgasm, which naturally caused my pussy to squeeze tighter around his shaft. Shortly after, he yelled out he was going to cum. Pushed himself deep inside me and unloaded. I felt his cock spasm in me, making me feel rewarded. After he finished, we cleaned up and I got dressed. It was pretty late and I was exhausted. He suggested I could stay the night. I didn’t want to, but I also didn’t feel like making it all the way back to my dorm. So I said yes. I quickly knocked out.

Morning came and I was woken up by the sound of his phone vibrating. I was really groggy and I initially thought it was my phone. So I picked it up and looked at the screen, only to find a few text messages sent from someone named Karla. I then realized it wasn’t my phone. That bit of adrenaline woke me up and I shook him awake. He collected himself and asked him about this Karla person. He stayed quiet and stared at the floor. That gave away that there was something up. I got up and marched my way to the door to leave.

“Okay, hold on!” He shouted as he came chasing after me. “I do have a girlfriend and yes, that was her texting me good morning.”

At this point, I started to panic. I didn’t put two and two together before. It was like a light bulb went off and I thought, ‘oh hey, I have a friend named Karla and she has a boyfriend.’ I asked him to show me a picture of her. And sure enough, it was my friend. I had never seen a picture of Mark before. And Karla never really mentioned her relationship to me unless it was to vent or ask me hypothetical questions. I was furious at myself and told Mark to not contact me. I stormed out and made it back to my dorm room. I felt gross and guilty. When I got in, I saw Karla and she told me she was going to go for a run and a workout and then meet up with her boyfriend. A heavy pit fell in my stomach. I didn’t say much. Just told her to have a good day.

Over the course of 3-4 days, I’d received occasional texts from Mark. I ignored them all and then he stopped. I chalked it up to me being lonely and making a stupid mistake. About a few weeks later, I’m laying in bed watching tv and Karla came in looking upset. I got a bit nervous thinking that Mark probably confessed. So I hesitated when I asked her what was wrong. She needed to vent about the relationship. But this time it was sexually related. She asked if I was comfortable hearing her out and I reassured her that I was. She told me that whenever her and Mark have sex, he always pulls out, despite wearing a condom. She was in love with him and had expressed interest in him not pulling out, at least just once because she wanted to feel that closeness of cumming together. She said that his excuse was he just wanted to be careful and not risk pregnancy. After she told me, I wanted to laugh because he didn’t pull out when we had sex, but I maintained my composure. She continued to vent a bit more about how she felt the intimacy between the two of them wasn’t at the level she would have preferred. I consoled her and we had a “Guys Suck” night talking trash about men. After she went to bed, I laid there thinking about what she had told me. I was curious why Mark pulled out with Karla, despite her being his girlfriend, yet didn’t hesitate with me. I snapped out of it and went to bed.

Over the next few days, that question kept randomly popping up in my head. I was growing more and more curious. One evening I texted Mark. I knew it’d be okay because Karla was in a study group at the time. He replied and I told him I wanted to ask him something. I proceeded assuming Karla hadn’t mentioned that she talks to me about their relationship from time to time. I asked him if he regretted what he did. He said he felt bad that he misled me, but that he didn’t regret the sex. I asked why and he replied that it was incredible and that he thought about it a lot. When he said that, I felt a little bit tingly and my heart raced a bit.

“Do you want to see me again?” I texted.

“Yes, without a doubt.”

Part of me felt horrible for what I was about to do. Karla had been good to me and I really considered her a good friend. But there was another part of me that tugged at my vulnerable ego. I wanted to be desired more than someone else, and someone as great as Karla would make that desired feeling even stronger. (Yeah that was a shitty mindset, but I had a whole bunch of emotional and identity issues during those years of my life).

Over the next few months. Mark and I would sneak behind Karla’s back and hookup. He almost always came inside the condom while in me, despite not doing it with Karla. That fed my pride. She had even vented to me about how she had come to terms with his choice to pull out with her. To which I widely grinned in my mind because it was the complete opposite with me, He couldn’t help himself and *had* to cum while inside me. Mark and I progressed to being more fucked up and daring with our encounters. He’d text Karla while I gave him blowjobs. One time I stroked his cock while he took a call from her and had a conversation. We’d try to coordinate having a quick fuck prior to Karla and him meeting so that he could give me his first and big load. All of this fed my fucked up need to feel valued. Despite all this, Karla and I grew closer as friends too. Sharing our thoughts about our futures and having all kinds of discussions.

Things with Mark eventually stopped because I started getting involved more in extracurriculars on campus. After the school year ended, Karla and I were pretty good friends. We left the dorms and found our own apartments. We’d still hang out and catch up here and there. After college, we both moved away to different states. So we didn’t see each other anymore, but still kept in touch. To this day we still consider each other friends. We both attended each other’s weddings. And Mark was her husband. They have four kids and seem to be a happy family. The last time I saw them was a little over a year ago. I remember when Karla had excused herself to the restroom, Mark gave me a grin. I never shared about all this with anyone except my husband.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ge4vbh/betraying_a_friend_who_had_been_great_to_me_fm