Back in Freshman year of college, my bestie and I were in a friend group that included my roommate as well as two other guys. We all lived in the same building on campus. At first, things were all platonic between all of us. But my bestie started fucking one of the guys. And only I knew about it. Things got worse when my roommate also set her eyes on the same guy. He would hangout in our room and she would swoon about him when he left. I didn’t get it. My bestie was fucking him and my roommate swooned for him. I didn’t get it. Not yet at least. He and I became close friends. So close that he ended up spending the night in my bed a couple of times. (Platonically; non-sexually). And then, between all the juicy details my friend told me, all of my roommate’s swooning, and all the time he spent with me, I ended up getting it, falling into his charm, and developing a crush for him.
Obviously, I didn’t try anything because my bestie was fucking him and telling me all the juicy details. Which didn’t make my crush any easier to bear. I didn’t just like him romantically. I also lusted for him, wishing he would fuck me senseless instead of my bestie.