I know it’s wrong. Jay was the best guy ever for me. He’s the guy of my dreams, of every girls dreams really. He’s sweet, understanding, funny, hard working, loyal.
Sounds perfect right? Well there was a problem. I couldn’t stop thinking about my guy best friend, Ricky fucking my brains out.
I knew Ricky since we were 10, we grew up together. He was my best friend and He was always cute, but wasn’t my type.
Well that all changed one night. This happened before my engagement.
It was thundering. I heard a loud knock on my door and checked through the fish eye. It was Ricky. I would let him in, of course, but it was so late at night, I knew he was having some trick up his sleeve.
I was wearing a really thin tank top and no bra, I never wear one at home. My shorts were really short… but I wasn’t expecting anyone. I was about to put on something more decent but he kept knocking so I thought it may be an emergency.