Hello hello. It's time to keep going with the story haha
Iván used to frequent my house much more than usual, much more than just a friend like everyone thought he was. I remember that many times when they came to my house, I had to hide because it didn't seem normal for him to always be there, and the adrenaline was both exciting and tempting.
We started forming something more intimate, a stronger bond as friends and maybe even something more than that. Every time we did it was a unique feeling, making me delirious with pleasure (and I knew very well how to do it).
I slowly realized that he made me feel full: during the day he would make me laugh and at night he would make me enjoy myself. I started feeling different towards him, in a good way.
Whenever I was home everything was lovely, and if not, it would start being lovely when he came to my house late at night only because we both wanted to devour each other. I loved spending nights sleeping on his chest, feeling his torso against mine, hugging, nothing else existed except for us.
But as expected, none of that was going to last forever... his family suspected something, of course. My family had less contact with me but they also started suspecting.
My mother was the first to confront me, asking what I was doing with poor Iván, telling me not to take out my bitterness (from my previous relationship) on a friend and that it wasn't how things should be, that I would hurt him. Of course, I knew nothing could be further from reality so I didn't care much. Neither did I try to explain anything to someone who refused to listen.
The events continued, questions about us, it won't work, we'll ruin the friendship. We made a deaf ear to everything.
As usual, I'm attaching a photo from those days, there aren't many because Iván spent more time at my house and then I didn't need to take them. So I would send them when he left again for his house, accusing him of what I had done to him the night before...
Thanks for reading, until the next update.
Iván used to frequent my house much more than usual, much more than just a friend like everyone thought he was. I remember that many times when they came to my house, I had to hide because it didn't seem normal for him to always be there, and the adrenaline was both exciting and tempting.
We started forming something more intimate, a stronger bond as friends and maybe even something more than that. Every time we did it was a unique feeling, making me delirious with pleasure (and I knew very well how to do it).
I slowly realized that he made me feel full: during the day he would make me laugh and at night he would make me enjoy myself. I started feeling different towards him, in a good way.
Whenever I was home everything was lovely, and if not, it would start being lovely when he came to my house late at night only because we both wanted to devour each other. I loved spending nights sleeping on his chest, feeling his torso against mine, hugging, nothing else existed except for us.
But as expected, none of that was going to last forever... his family suspected something, of course. My family had less contact with me but they also started suspecting.
My mother was the first to confront me, asking what I was doing with poor Iván, telling me not to take out my bitterness (from my previous relationship) on a friend and that it wasn't how things should be, that I would hurt him. Of course, I knew nothing could be further from reality so I didn't care much. Neither did I try to explain anything to someone who refused to listen.
The events continued, questions about us, it won't work, we'll ruin the friendship. We made a deaf ear to everything.
As usual, I'm attaching a photo from those days, there aren't many because Iván spent more time at my house and then I didn't need to take them. So I would send them when he left again for his house, accusing him of what I had done to him the night before...
Thanks for reading, until the next update.
2 comentários - I ate my best friend - part 3 (with photos)