My Girlfriend's Boyfriend

Gemma and I had started hanging around a group of boys from another high school, some of whom I knew back from primary school seven years beforehand. Gemma would often talk about one boy in particular named Adrian. I myself had been eying off one of the boys I knew from primary school who had grown into such a handsome young man.
We often sat around and giggled about how fun it would be to go out with them both at the same time with double dates and all the rest of it. Both being very innocent however (with the exception of each other), we didn't really intend on doing anything about it.
As per usual, the boys in the group gave Gemma quite a lot of attention, where I was just looked over as "one of the boys". For me, it was comforting, yet annoying. I liked that I could fit in very easily with the guys, join in on a lot of their conversations, but at the same time I hated not being recognised as a beautiful woman, as they all saw Gemma. I got quite down at times, questioning myself if I would ever find a man to admire me as much as men admired my Gemma. I had wondered many times if I was even remotely good looking! Privately, I got a little smug sometimes as it was my girl they were all oggling. That is, until I got a phonecall from Gemma one evening.
"He asked me out!" She exclaimed. I wasn't really too sure what to say as three emotions came whooshing into me. First and foremost, I was jealous. Why hadn't any of the boys, especially Allen, the cute boy from primary school, asked me out? What made her so much better over me? I visualised her sweeping blonde hair and sparkling eyes as I drew a deep breath. Sometimes I felt that I took for granted what a beautiful amazing girl she was. My second emotion was fear. Had I lost her forever? Would she change once she had gotten a boyfriend? I had had friends in the past who had turned sour on their friends after obtaining a boyfriend. Perhaps it was because they felt a boyfriend was all they needed now and friends weren't important, or perhaps they felt it gave them an elevated status above the friends who didn't or had never had a boyfriend. My final emotion was happiness, that my best friend had gotten what she desired and deserved.
"That's great!" I replied.
"..You okay?"
"Yeah..." I trailed.
"We won't be together forever, I love you. I'll always come back." I'm not sure why, but I had believed this. Who ever believes anyone when they say they'll come back?
Gemma and Adrian had been going out a few weeks when I was over her place for a visit. Being curious about this foreign subject of boy, I was very inquisitive about him. I was also a little horrified and dissapointed in her that she had already touched his dick.
"So... Does it really get hard?" I asked curiously.
"Yeah," she nodded. "Way harder than you would think, almost like a rock!" I didn't really have much to say, I was quite bemused. We spoke some more about the wonders of boys, when she started telling me of a few problems she was having with him. Looking back, I can't remember what they were, but they were big enough for her to complain to me about them. Suddenly, the strangest thing happened. I hadn't been doing anything, other than sitting and listening, I was not flirting or gazing into her eyes, but out of nowhere, she seduced me. Somewhere in the back of my mind my conscience tugged on my sleeve saying 'wuh oh, baad idea!' but my conscience was easy enough to forget. The kisses were passionate, as though we had been seperated for months. I knew she hadn't intended on yet breaking up with her boyfriend, I knew perfectly well she was cheating on him with me, but at the same time, my god did it make me feel like an attractive girl. To be sitting in her room, doing nothing, and to then suddenly get pounced upon was a tremendous boost to my ego. Perhaps this is why women (and men too I presume) commit adultery, because somebody wants them, they want to feel passion again. It makes them feel appreciated and sexy.

Sadly, this was not the last time this happened...


-Endrin-