True story -

I met a girl back when I was about 15 and fell absolutely head over heels with her - she had a partner at the time but he treated her like shit.

Krystie was a year older than me and her BF, Mark was a year older than her. We hit it off as friends after meeting at a party, but due to beiung alot fo spark between us. After a few months we were literally inseperable.

I would go over and visit her at her house, that her and her partner would live at, during the day while he would work. She would make her partner by us alcohol and smokes so we could party and we would spend the days together running amuk in our teenage years. We would even hang out over at his parents house as he was at work.

We were literally best friends, I stood too my morals of not putting it on her and we never did end up playing up together until later on, almost a year later.

We carried on like Bf and Gf at the time, everyone said we should be together.

Everyday we were excited to see each other and just have a ball together. Her relationship was rough with Mark - understandably. We were getting along too well and she would tell me she loved me and I would do the same to her, even her mum and Dad used to tell us we should be together.

I eventually got a job and she eventually left Mark(because he was being a douche) and moved on into a share house of three guys she knew from school.

I was pissed she did this without giving me a heads up.

After a few months I became pretty close mates with these guys and one of them (Jay) told me he was going to fuck her, almost like he was asking me if I was OK with it as they knew I had a crush on her.

I told him no that's not cool but he laughed at me and told me her was going to fuck her one night anyway. I felt so powerless, but he continued to torment me with it over the next few days.

On the night we all had dinner together and I had gone to the shop to buy some drinks and when I got back they had locked themselves in his room together.

I sat in the loungeroom for the rest of the night until I litterally blazed myself to sleep, I pulled the spare matress out and went to sleep in the loungeroom watching T.V.

Krystie came out to me about 2 or 3 am, and come to sleep in the lounge with me - we used to cuddle alot but never fucked. She told me that Jay had kicked her out because he had to go to work at the crack of dawn. I could smell sex all over her and on her breath but I cuddled her anyway. I lay there for the rest of the night with a boner and over thinking on how pissed I was at her for fucking him.. but I was also aroused.

The next day Jay came and spoke to me and asked me if I was OK.

He then told me he fucked her just to piss me off and that she didn't mean shit to him and that they would never fuck again. Meanwhile I had her telling me she wanted a relationship with him.

I look back on this and think it was a pretty shit situation I got myself into, and probably one of many that caused my eagerness for cuckolding with my partner later on in life.