I finally had sex in the car with my best friend's boyfriend.

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I'd only been back from studying abroad for less than a month when I got into a car sex session with a complete stranger—and the most ridiculous thing was that it was my best friend's boyfriend! How could I possibly accept this?! I'm so upset, so incredibly upset!!

Here's what happened. Yes, that's right. So, I returned from the US a month ago...

My best friend (let's call her C) picked me up at the airport, and with her was a guy with bronze skin like Louis Koo. He was wearing a platinum chain about the thickness of his little finger. His high nose really startled me—and I mean really startled. This is important... Just as I was completely smitten, he gentlemanly extended his hand, smiled, and said "Hello!" Oh my god! Ladies, you can imagine how my soul almost left my body... Yes, he's my type.

First, about picking him up at the airport... While I was swooning... C pinched me and asked, "What are you doing? This is my boyfriend, you jerk! Looking at you like that, you want to sleep with him?"

I was speechless... I almost told her, "Yeah, I want to sleep with him, I'll pounce on him right now!" But I'm a lady, so I shyly asked C, "Who's this?"

C told me, "This is her boyfriend." My feelings at that moment... I wanted to die.

Later I found out that C's handsome boyfriend was named L. For the next week after we came back, we ate together, went to bars, sometimes all night. Actually, I'm embarrassed to tell you, when the three of us were together, I tried to secretly flirt with L. But he seemed indifferent, which made me very sad. But, unexpectedly, a turning point came, so quickly!!!

So, one night two weeks later, a dozen of us went to the BMW club and stayed out late. We went out for a late-night snack, and then only the three of us left. It wasn't that I didn't have friends, or that I wanted to cling to my best friend; the key was that there was a handsome guy next to me, and I just couldn't bear to leave. C was quite drunk at the time. I was thinking about how to steal him away. Ah. I thought and thought...

We went to a hotel, booked a standard room, and then I and C were each put on a bed. I pretended to move around a bit, actually to strike a more alluring pose... I stretched out my not-too-big, not-too-small 36B, and stick out my buttocks... The key point was my long, white legs stretched straight out (this is my symbol). Muttering something, he first went to check on C, seemingly helping her undress. Later, after covering her with the blanket, he came to my side. I was so excited...

Then, something happened that drove me crazy...

He first lowered his head and looked at me carefully, then touched my face a couple of times, and then moved his hand to the top of my head. He touched me there for about ten minutes. I was so anxious; I almost wanted to pounce on him. Just when I was about to despair, I felt him lower his head, almost touching my face, because I could feel his breath. Then... as if by reflex, my lips moved, but... he still didn't kiss me.

After all, he didn't kiss me, and then he actually left... I sat up in bed, so angry! He was almost kissing me, why did he run away? I analyzed the reasons, and I think it might be because his girlfriend was nearby, so he hesitated. I also felt that he was secretly checking if his girlfriend was awake, and when he held my hand and touched my head, his hand trembled slightly. But I firmly believe that he still had feelings for me, otherwise he wouldn't have come closer to me. What do you all think?

That day just passed by like that. I did struggle internally; I felt terrible for my best friend, but I couldn't stop thinking about L. On days I didn't spend with them, I basically stayed home thinking about L. When the thoughts became unbearable, I would call C and ask her to come out. I couldn't help it; in the end, my longing often overwhelmed my reason, making me act like a madwoman, disregarding everything. I knew that if I were with L, I would not only lose my best friend C, but I might also lose many other friends, including my parents, who would be heartbroken. But tell me, who can remain calm and collected in the face of love?

Three days later, on Friday night, I couldn't resist calling C again, asking her to come out with me. I knew L would definitely be free on Fridays, since he had a weekend off. But that night, I was disappointed again. C told me that L had gone to Shenzhen with his friend to look at goods.

That night, I went drinking with C, and thinking about L not coming made me feel down, so I got quite drunk again. Thankfully, C was also drunk, because she was in a bad mood too, even more so than me. She told me a lot about her and L, saying things like L's parents didn't approve of their relationship, and that L treated her badly, etc. I felt really sorry for her at the time, as if C had suffered a great injustice.

Later, I thought about it and realized that no matter what, I couldn't treat my best friend like that. So I decided to go back to the US. I felt like this place didn't belong to me. I wanted to escape, to escape to a very, very far place, never to see her again, and never to miss her again. But unexpectedly, I couldn't escape... because something unbelievable happened.

On the night of the 18th, I was practicing yoga at home. My phone rang; it was an unknown number (because I didn't want to reveal my feelings for him, I had never saved his number). I answered, and after just one "hello," I knew it was him, it really was him. I was incredibly excited.

He asked where I was, and I said at home. Then I asked him what he needed, and he said he needed to get one of C's jackets. When C came to my house last time, she took off her jacket here because it was hot and forgot to take it with her when she left.

Then I asked him to drive to my building so I could bring it down, but he told me to wait for him at the entrance of Tianhe City because he had something to do and couldn't come. I didn't think much of it and just grabbed my coat and ran out. When I got to the entrance, I called him, and there he was, waiting.

I handed him my coat, and he said, "Get in and

sit for a bit, let's talk." I didn't say anything and got in. There was a silence of about three minutes; he was smoking, and I didn't say anything either. Suddenly, he reached out and hugged me!

I felt guilty and gently pushed him away. You know, I can't push away a strong man's arm, especially one I like. Then I whispered, "Don't do this! It'll be bad if C finds out." To be honest, I really didn't have the slightest thought of flirting or having sex with him at that moment. Because I had been thinking about going abroad again, about leaving, I was feeling very down. Even though I saw him, I was still depressed because I knew this man didn't belong to me.

Then, seeing me still hesitating, he suddenly kissed me. Strangely, in a moment of panic, I slapped him. It probably wasn't hard, but my heart ached like it was about to collapse. After

about a minute of silence, he exploded!

He grabbed my head like a madman and started kissing my neck and face wildly. The scene really scared me. But before I could even be afraid, just as I was about to tell him to stop, he kissed me on the lips again. This time, I went limp. I could feel his hot lips and his rapid breathing. At that moment, I cried. He probably felt my tears, and slowly, he stopped, then rested my forehead on his chin and said sorry, I didn't mean to! But obviously, saying that was useless. I kept crying, and then he said something that shocked me.

He said, "Actually, I've been with C for almost two months, and we haven't slept together even once. But the moment I saw you, I liked you, and I know you like me too. Promise me, come with me, okay?"

How uplifting it is for a woman to hear those words when she's on the verge of despair. I'd forgotten the most important line to say in that situation: "What about C? Will you leave her for me? Are you willing to be with me?" But I didn't say it, though perhaps it would have been pointless anyway.

Later, naturally, I leaned against him. Several minutes passed. He drove to an overpass in Huadu, we got out and walked around, and when we got back in the car, he pulled me to the back seat.

Then, naturally, we started kissing. Slowly, his hands slipped inside my clothes. At that moment, I felt like I was floating, completely oblivious to everything around me. (My writing isn't great, so I can't describe the details and climax like in an erotic novel. Please forgive me if you're looking for a climax.) Later, he unhooked my bra. His technique was excellent; I think none of my four previous exes could match it. It was so intoxicating. Gradually, I couldn't hold on any longer. He took the opportunity to lower his head and suckle. At this point, I didn't even realize that I had already succumbed.

After about ten minutes, he started pulling down my pants. Actually, I hadn't expected this to happen that day, so I was wearing skinny jeans. They were quite difficult to take off. He had no choice but to leave his hands and mouth, completely focusing on taking off my pants. Finally, he stopped and stripped off my bra, which was already unhooked, my t-shirt pulled down to my neck, and my pants pulled down to my knees all at once.

Then he started playing with my genitals. After a while, he actually said to me, "Baby, look, you're all wet down there, what are we going to do?" Because there were streetlights outside, it was still somewhat visible inside the car. I was already very ashamed and embarrassed, having been stripped down to only my underwear and socks.

Coupled with his teasing remark... I felt a heat down there...

Then he pulled my hand and placed it on his penis. I could feel his hardness through his pants. He asked me again, "Baby, can you help me take it off?" At this point, I had no way to refuse. I awkwardly tried to unbuckle his belt, but after a long time, I still couldn't get it off. Then he got impatient and pulled down his pants himself, both his underwear and trousers at the same time, very quickly, and he was breathing heavily.

He took off his own pants, then pulled down my panties, and pulled me onto his lap with a forceful movement. Then he touched down there, chuckled twice, and at this point, I felt burning with desire. I held his head tightly against my chest, and he touched down there, then found the right spot and entered me directly.

But honestly, that first penetration really hurt so much, I even cried out. He probably felt it too, so after entering, he didn't move, then pulled my head down and kissed me, the rain of kisses sending another wave of tingling sensations through my body. My most sensitive areas are my neck and earlobes, and I guess he found my weak points. With his efforts, I felt much better. I just felt a lot of heat and swelling down there.

Finally, he started moving...

Because the car roof was right above my head, he couldn't move too much. At first, he just slowly rocked me from side to side. Later, he laid me on the seat. Then he rolled over and half-squatted down on me.

He rolled over and half-squatted down, so I was sitting on the edge of the seat, and he was thrusting. Actually, his penis wasn't very big, but his technique was pretty good; he never stopped using his hands and mouth. Unfortunately, I didn't reach my climax before he came... He ejaculated inside me completely.

Afterwards, he pulled out, immediately reached for tissues in the front of the car, handed me one, and then wiped himself. We both got dressed, and after we finished, we didn't say a word until we drove away.

Finally, he walked me to my apartment building. As he left, I asked him, "Did you trick me into coming out today just for this?" He didn't answer. Then he left!

Around 12:30 AM, he sent me a text message: "

Remember to go to the pharmacy tomorrow. I'm sorry about today; I acted impulsively. If you're willing, I can try to take responsibility."

Try to take responsibility?! I was furious when I saw that. I really don't know what to say.

I thought about calling him and giving him a good scolding, and I even thought about telling his girlfriend. But I only thought about it briefly; I didn't dare to do anything.

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