i [F]inally [F]ucked my best friend, my love

So 9 months ago I met this girl at a gay bar in my hometown. I usually dont go for the girls in my hometown, I live in LA usually and my town is full of a bunch of baby mama lesbians. But this girl was immediately different, i kind of fell in love right then and there. She is hispanic (me too) crazy fit body with perky c cups, beautiful big brown eyes, luscious lips (like as big as angelina jolies–no joke), and could easily be a model or actress. Shes also incredibly smart and works in the oil field as a welder. YEAH like the girl in flashdance.

I was done, i was madly in love. We liked all the same books, had the same philosophers, and it wasnt long before me, her best friend, and i were all three best friends.

it was complicated tho bc we had started out dating but she soon made it clear she only wanted to be friends. i thought we had gotten along great, had passionate hookups (no sex) and great conversations…but her best friend let me know she had a lot of baggage from exes who had used her. So i agreed to just be her friend even tho it was killing me inside.