y me who poured ou

be mates on my eighteent

m. "It's all in your head, honey," he would say. "We may not be destined mates, but I'm so damn grateful for your love. It couldn't get any better", Michael assured me time and again. On the night of my seventeenth birthday, we became intimate. It wasn't as hot and s

ack, just came back from living abroad. Michael and I instantly clicked with them. Annelise and Mark became our best friends. We were a team, often had

in bed all day. "Honey, I want a long deep rest. It's raining outside so my warm sheets are so tempting", I told him. Michael joked about my laziness and decided to do th

riend. Planning a surprise visit at Michael at night, I whistle my n

er refused me when I asked him for a ride. "Are you sure you want to surprise your boyfriend, Eve?", he warned. I should

he drain pipe to his bedroom window. Just as I drew one foot into the room, half hanging over the windowsill, my eyes widened in horror. 'What the he

ulating voice. I could not believe my eyes!!. In their sex, they used a lot of lewd words that I had never heard in my life. I must have made cried out loud, because Michael yanked his shaft out of the ass he just worked out and immediately jumped in protective mode in front of his sex partner. Rooted to the ground, I ke

!!', my subcons

yed A

involved in this betrayal, because they never told me or even hinted at it. They just fake a friendship, never came clean with me. I blocked them in the pack mi

notes in the mailbox, on my car and even

that Michael was gay. He moved on with me because that was an opportunity to be close