Part-three of: I Accidentally Fell in Love With My Ex "Best Friend's" Ex-Boyfriend

Okay, I'm back to tell more of this story. I'll be writing this story one month at a time until I get to the end because Ross and I only saw each other once a month. It would take too long to write this story out in full, so I'm breaking it up a bit. We left off with how Ross and I decided to never let anything happen again, but then he asked that dreaded question: What about our feelings? I stonewalled him, telling him, "our feelings don't matter; only our friend's (his ex) feelings matter." There are a few minor details to discuss before going into the next main part of my story, so here we go.

I decided it would be best for me to continue hanging out with Gretchen but not tell her about what happened between Ross and me. I HATE lying, but I knew she would lose her shit; what happened was an accident, and we agreed to never let it happen again. In my head, lying was what was best for everyone. I constantly had to walk on egg-shells with Gretchen; if I didn't watch what I did and said around her, she would lose it. Normally, I wouldn't condone lying, but with people like Gretchen, sometimes you have to just to keep the peace.

I was terrified to hang out with her again; I honestly wanted to ghost her and everyone from that group, but I knew that would raise too many questions. Every time I stopped talking to her in the past for personal reasons, such as I was suffering from depression, I would get yelled at and called a narcissist. There was an event coming up, an Excision show; Gretchen and I discussed going. She told me she didn't really want to go and would only go if someone paid her way. I wanted to go; I was feeling guilty, so I purchased tickets for us. Though by the time the show was about to begin, I was having a major panic attack over the thought of spending time with Gretchen again.

Ross was scheduled to come to town that same weekend. I called him, frantic; told him about my anxiety over seeing Gretchen. He offered to buy my ticket from me and take Gretchen to the show himself. He was planning on taking her anyway because she told him she really wanted to go. This was odd; Gretchen told me she didn't really want to go. Who was she lying to? I decided to not bring up that minor detail to Ross; he didn't need to know what Gretchen had told me.

I told Ross that I didn't want to give up my ticket because I really wanted to go. I could sense his sadness. Maybe Gretchen wasn't lying; maybe it was Ross who was lying. I'm sure Ross really wanted to go to that show but told me he didn't really want to go because he didn't want me to feel bad about my choice to go, preventing him from taking Gretchen himself. After all, it was Ross and I that really liked these types of shows. Gretchen would say she wanted to go but complain the entire time we were at the show. I decided to go; I had to face Gretchen sometime. She would only become suspicious and get upset if I backed out.

Gretchen and I go to the show. As always, she starts complaining the moment we arrive. The music is too loud; it's too crowded; there are too many young people there annoying her; the show is too long; she just goes on and on about the things annoying her. Fuck! Why did I take this bitch? I should know better than to attend shows with her; all she does is complain at them.

Intermission arrives; we go out to the hall; we're just standing there talking; I look to my left and I see a girl I know from the gym; she's friends with the guy I've been crushing on for years. He isn't here too, is he? Oh shit! He's right behind her and her boyfriend. How the fuck is this possible? I nudge Gretchen; I've been telling her about this guy for a while now. He walks past; waves; I wave back. "That's him, the hot guy from the gym," I say to Gretchen. I'm now having a panic attack, but in a good way, I needed this distraction.

This hot guy from the gym will be discussed occasionally in this story. I've been trying to figure out a name for him to protect his identity, but I can't come up with a good one. He's not caucasian, and I don't want to give him a typical caucasian name. I looked up the meaning of his name; it means "handsome," which fits him perfectly, and I can't find another name for him; so he will always be referred to as "the hot guy/dude from the gym."

The show continues, and Gretchen continues bitching. I spend the rest of the night searching for that hot dude from the gym in the crowd, wishing I was with him and not this bitch. Gretchen and I go our separate ways after the show ends, and I call Ross to tell him how it went as I promised him earlier I would. He answers; I tell him it went well, deciding against telling him how much Gretchen annoys me. She always secretly complains to me when Ross takes us to shows and festivals too, but I never tell him because he spends so much money on her, and I don't want to upset him. Instead, I focus on talking about the hot dude from the gym, and how seeing him was such a great distraction. Ross and I end our conversation. He's set to arrive in town the next day. He has plans with Gretchen and our other friends; we agree that I won't join to avoid making things awkward.

This was in February. Ross took Gretchen and our other friend sledding. I wanted to go so badly; I was secretly jealous that I couldn't go. I had to watch them post about the fun they were having on social media while I was stuck at home. Though it was only fair; Ross really wanted to go to that Excision show, but he didn't get to because of me, so I dealt with it and never complained to him about how jealous I was. Complaining is Gretchen's thing, and I can't stand that about her. Whenever Ross does anything without her, all she does is bitch to me about it.

Ross and I didn't have much contact with each other all February; he was set to visit again in March, the very beginning of March. I wanted to see him, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

Gretchen had begun dating that man she matched with on Tinder. He lived in a different country and was here visiting. I was going to have to meet him; I didn't want to; I was still secretly pissed at Gretchen for what she did to Ross. Back in December, Ross went out and leased her a brand new car. They had been broken up for 2 years at this point; he was still paying all her bills, and now this.

Clearly, the man was still in love with her. I tried to tell her; she completely ignored me, then flies across the fucking world to meet some man she matched with on Tinder weeks after Ross had leased that car. What a fucking gold-digging bitch she is! I wish I had the guts to tell her off, but I always bite my tongue just to keep the peace. I wonder if Ross decided to kiss me while drunk because he's secretly mad at Gretchen too? Maybe he just wanted a revenge fuck. After all, the best revenge fuck is always with their best friend. I should have told Ross she was just using him for his money, but I had no proof, and I didn't want to hurt that sweet, sweet man.

I thought about calling Gretchen and telling her I'd meet up with her when she and her new boy toy meet Ross but decided against it. I just went to work instead. The next thing I know, Ross is messaging me; he invites me out. I wanted to say no, but I couldn't resist; Gretchen hadn't even invited me out yet. Eventually, Gretchen finally calls me to invite me out; I told her Ross had already invited me; that was probably a stupid idea; I should have kept my damn mouth shut.

I rushed to finish work and get a quick workout in, then dashed home to get ready. I couldn't wait to see Ross, but I also couldn't let him know that. I arrive, worried it might be awkward, but with a few shots of whisky, everything was fine. Gretchen was busy with her boy toy, thankfully, because that meant she wasn't paying much attention to me. I spent the majority of the night talking to Ross and our other male friends. Secretly, I liked those guys so much more than I like Gretchen. I couldn't stand that bitch anymore.

I stopped talking to her for years before she and Ross broke up. She was the most selfish cunt I had ever met, and I just couldn't take her anymore, so I ghosted her. We didn't speak for two full years. I only started talking to her when I heard she and Ross broke up, and she moved back home. I reached out to her because I felt bad for her. I thought she could use a friend, so I reached out via email, she replied. We hung out soon after, but as soon as we did, I knew it was a mistake; she hadn't changed. I literally regretted my decision to reconnect with her within 2 hours of seeing her for the first time, but by then, it was too late; I couldn't just ghost her again.

Alright, enough about Gretchen and what a shitty human she is, let's get back on track. We played games and drank; I watched how much I drank this time. Gretchen was busy putting on a show with her new boy toy most of the night; kissing him and hanging on him. Ugh, she was making me sick! Ross wanted us all to play one of his favorite arcade games, "Killer Queen," which is a 10 player game. He tried to convince me to play, but I couldn't do it. Intuitively, I felt as though I was about to go to war with the tyrant of our group, Gretchen; I couldn't face her in a game called "Killer Queen," too.

Eventually, we parted ways with Gretchen and her boy toy. I stayed to hang out with the guys. I was the only girl who stayed to party with the guys back at the place Ross had rented. Some women may feel uncomfortable in a room full of men, many of which I didn't even know, but this has always been where I was most comfortable. I enjoy hanging out with dudes more than women; when the dudes aren't trying to fuck me, that is.

We continued to drink and talk; at one point I was surrounded by this group of men, and I was discussing how I've only had anal sex with one man; although I enjoyed it, I would never let a man with a big dick fuck me in my ass, I told them. A little-known fact about me, I can discuss sex with anyone, yes, even a room full of men I barely know. That's probably why I'm so comfortable as a solo porn star and cam girl now. Though I wasn't working in the adult industry back then. Ross wasn't even in the room when I was having this discussion with the guys, but he must have heard the whole thing. You'll understand why I feel this way later on, but probably not until much later on in the series.

Eventually, everyone left, well, almost everyone. One friend asked to spend the night; it was just Ross, that friend, and me. Ross called me downstairs. I went down there; he immediately attempts to kiss me. I pull away and say, "no, we agreed we can't do this again." I also explain to him we really can't do it with our friend upstairs. You see, not only was Ross my "best friend's" ex-boyfriend, but Ross was also friends with my ex-boyfriend, and that man upstairs is really close friends with my ex-boyfriend. I feared he would tell my ex-boyfriend if he knew I stayed. Also, the friend that was upstairs had already tried to kiss me that night, and I had said no, but Ross didn't know that. Fuck, my life was getting messy! I needed to leave, but I really didn't want to; I wanted to stay with Ross. I'd longed for him for years. I needed to be with him, just once, just to ensure I wouldn't spend the rest of my life wondering, "what if?"

I didn't want to leave, and Ross could tell I didn't want to leave, but Gretchen would NEVER be okay with this. I have to, just once; I have to find out if this is real. Ross and I came up with a plan to have me pretend to leave; he'd pretend to go to bed so our friend would also go to bed; then he would sneak me back in. I agreed, I shouldn't have agreed but I agreed.

Our plan worked; I easily got back in the house without our friend realizing I was there, I think. I went downstairs with Ross. He tried to kiss me again. Once again, I pulled away. I wanted to kiss him, but I was having a major panic attack over Gretchen. I went to the bathroom and came back out. Ross was sitting on the bed. I looked at him; we both knew it was wrong, but we both felt that made this situation so much hotter; you always want what you can't have. "I want you so fucking badly," I exclaimed. He looks at me and says, "I did things while thinking about this." I knew exactly what he meant, and I responded with, "I did too." That was it; I couldn't take it anymore; I looked at Ross and breathlessly said, "I want you so fucking badly!" I fell into his arms and we started kissing. I barely remembered anything from that first night in January, but God, he was such a great kisser.

As much as I wanted to get lost in his kiss, my terrible anxiety was still in the way. I couldn't stop thinking about the incredible kiss, but Gretchen was also on my mind. She told me he rarely kissed her in the six years they dated. So why the fuck was he kissing me? This just didn't make sense. I pulled back and told him we can't do this; Gretchen will have a fucking fit. He looked at me and said, "We just have an itch to scratch; let's do it, just once." I wanted him to take me right there, but instead, I replied, "But what happens if we like it, then what?" He didn't respond at first, then he replied, "Okay, let's just cuddle for a little bit then?" I knew I should say no; I knew cuddling with him would just lead to sex, but I couldn't say no to cuddling. I had secretly wanted him for too long; there was no way I could resist.

We laid down on the bed, but we kept our clothes on; surely that would prevent us from having sex, right? I knew it wouldn't, but this was the lie I told myself at the time. We laid there talking; that was a bad idea; the more I talked to this man while alone with him, the more I liked him, and liking him is dangerous because he's my "best friend's" ex-boyfriend. I had always liked him. I had been crushing on him for years, but this was the first year that he and I ever spent much time alone together. I thought it was just an innocent crush, though as we laid there together, I began to realize this was more than just a crush.

Of course, just as I expected, cuddling and talking was turning into more. I'm not even sure how it happened; one moment we're just lying there talking, the next thing I know he's taking off my pants. I'm not stopping him; I should, but I couldn't. I wanted him too fucking much. He looks at me as he's pulling my pants down and asks, "Do you want me to eat your pussy?" I just stared at him, unable to speak, but I kinda nodded yes. Holy shit, this was it! I was secretly hoping that maybe the sex would be terrible; we could get it out of our systems and never let it happen again. That's what would be best for everyone, but somehow, I knew that just wasn't to happen.

Ross slowly began to inch close and closer to my thighs. I was holding my breath, not sure what to expect. Gretchen had said he wasn't great in bed, but I knew Gretchen to be a fucking liar. Ross slowly began to lick between my thighs, commenting on how much he liked my piercing. I told him I already knew that because it was one of the things I remembered from our first night together. He was eating my pussy now. I was laying there trying so hard to be quiet; I didn't want to wake our friend upstairs. It was so hard to be quiet; Ross ate pussy like a God! He licked me slowly, and looked into my eyes, telling me how sweet I taste. I quivered in delight as he said those words to me.

It had been so long since a man had gone down on me. I had recently broken up with my boyfriend, but that man and I stopped having sex long before we actually ended the relationship. Ross was the first person to eat my pussy in years.

Next, it was Ross's turn. Of course, I was going to return the favor. He still had his clothes on; I wasn't sure what to expect when he took off his pants. I was so drunk the first night; I didn't remember much, and we didn't actually have sex. When I finally saw his large, throbbing member, I was taken back; I wasn't expecting him to be so fucking huge! I wasn't sure I could even handle it.

I wrapped my hand around it and slowly started to caress around his shaft. I lowered my head and licked the head of his cock, slowly at first, before sliding as much as I could take into my mouth. Ross moaned softly; I could tell he was really enjoying this experience. I couldn't take it anymore; I needed to feel him inside of me. I started to pull my mouth away. He looked at me and begged for just a few more minutes. Who could say no to that handsome face? I lowered my mouth to his hard cock again and began to suck, swirling my tongue around the head of his dick as I caressed and squeezed his shaft with my hand. I gave him what he wanted for a few more minutes, but now, I need him to fuck me.

I began to pull my mouth away again; this time he allowed it. I laid down next to him on my back. He looked me in my eyes and asked, "Do you want me to fuck you, baby?" "Baby?!" Why was he calling me baby? He was with Gretchen for six years, but she said he never called her baby once. I didn't question it and nodded yes. He put a condom on, then slowly lowered himself on top of me. The anticipation was killing me. I could feel his cock inching closer and closer to my dripping hole. I felt him press the head of his cock into my eager pussy. This was it; I couldn't wait; oh fuck, I had wanted this for years! He slowly thrust his huge cock into my tight, wet, eager hole. I gasped in pleasure. "Ooooooh, that's warm!" he whispered in my ear.

I couldn't believe this was actually happening. I had secretly fantasized about this for years. He was slowly thrusting inside of me. He felt amazing. "You feel so fucking good!" I moaned. He thrusts deep inside me, and I whimper with pleasure; he lowers his lips and gives me a forehead kiss. "What the fuck is happening?" I wonder to myself. No one has ever done that during sex before, but I liked it. I didn't say anything, instead, I just looked at him with hungry eyes and moaned some more. Though I was worried; we weren't fucking; no, we were making love, and I liked it. I knew I wasn't going to be able to easily walk away after this. I was going to want more, and more, and more. Ross was still thrusting inside me, "I'm going to cum," he whispered. He was wearing a condom, and I told him to cum inside me; he did.

He pulls out after he cums and removes the condom to dispose of it. I'm laying on the bed breathless, thinking about the multiple orgasms I had. He lays down next to me and grabs my hand. I look at him and smile, "I really enjoyed that," I say. He looks at me, smiles, then he replies, "There's more where that came from; that was just a little taste."

We laid there cuddling a bit; then he started inching his hand closer and closer to my thighs until it was in between my legs; my pussy immediately started to drip. "I love how wet you get," he says. I looked at him and whispered, "You make me wet." We spent the rest of that night and morning in bed. He took me many more times before I had to leave, and every time was fucking incredible.

I got dressed to leave; I have to take off before our friend wakes up. As I'm about to walk out of the room, Ross grabs me from behind and whispers in my ear, "I'm so glad I got to fuck you." I just looked at him and said, "But what happens now?" He smiles and says "We just had an itch to scratch, remember?" I knew he was full of shit; I knew it wasn't going to be a one-time deal. I could always tell when he was lying, but I decided not to call him on it and instead just smiled and said goodbye.

Now there is much more to this story, but this is the end of this part. We'll pick up in part-four, and I'll tell you what happens the next time Ross and I see each other again. As always, thank you so much for reading my stories! If you enjoyed this story and would like to support me in the form of a tip, I would greatly appreciate it! You're tips help me find more time to write.

Now, in the first two parts of this series, I linked to my YouTube channel, but I don't have any YouTube videos to really connect to this part of the story. Ross is not the villain in this story, and the YouTube videos I have linked to in the first and second part link to my YouTube series about narcissistic abuse. So because Ross isn't the villain, I'm choosing not to link to my YouTube channel because I don't have a relevant video to link to. Instead, I'm going to just add a picture I recently took of myself.