The Worst Sex Ever
Two years ago, I started to fall for my best friend who happens to be a male. We always hung out with each other ever since our senior year of high school. With all of the time we spent together, I fell in love with him. I told him how I felt about him, and he told me that he didn't feel the same about me. But after I told him how I felt, he started calling and doing things that he didn't do in the past. I was confused because he said one thing, but his actions showed something else. As time passed, I found myself falling deeply in love with my friend, Jeff. After I moved out of my mom's place and got my own apartment, he started spending the night at my place. At first, things were the same and we just hung out. But on my twenty-second birthday, things got very hot between us. I was lying in my room, minding my own business, and feeling very good from all of the alcohol I drank earlier that evening. Jeff came into my room, laid on top of me, and then started grinding and kissing on me. So, I was already horny even before he came into the room. But, he was just my friend and had already told me that nothing was going to happen between us. So, I didn't make a play for him. When we were making out, I just knew I was going to a have a very happy, orgasmic birthday. Clothes were ripped off and began flying across the room. We were both naked, and I was ready to get my big birthday gift when he just stops and says we need to talk. I'm like, what the heck? We talked and nothing happened that night. He continued to come over to spend the night. He would always start making out or touching me in some sexual way, but he never wanted to go all the way. One day, I told Jeff that one of these days when he gets me all horny and wants to stop, I won't stop and will just take it. I guess he didn't believe me. So, yeah, I took what I wanted. I rode him that night. About a month later, we both were game, and it was the worst sex I have ever had in my life. I could have played with myself and had a better time. After that night, I went out of town. Then I decided to call him to find out if he had any regrets about what went down the night before. He said it shouldn't have happened. I was thinking the same thing, but the only regret I had was that it wasn't what I had expected. I expected mind blowing sex. After that, I kept my distance from him until things cooled down. Jeff called all the time, but I never wanted to talk. So, I gave him my "I'll call you back" line. About three months later, I finally called Jeff back, but he didn't want to talk. I think he fell in love with me at some point in time but didn't know how to handle it. I guess he thought that if he didn't talk to me it would go away. Now, he gets mad when people ask questions or bring my name up in their conversation. On the 4th of July of this year, I went over to his folk's house like I've always done. He stayed locked up in his old room, I guess, waiting for me to leave. He finally came out but didn't say much of anything. So, I was horny and wanted to screw someone before the night was over. I told him that I just wanted to screw him and nothing more. He said no! So, I left it alone. After that, he started making some talk and wanted to know why I asked him that. I don't know if he thought I had something planned or was just curious about where I was coming from. When I left that evening, he watched me until I pulled off. Now we only talk when I just really need someone to talk to. Sometimes I miss hanging out with him, but I guess that's how things go when you and your ex-best friend have the worst sex ever.
— Caroline, 23