u/Fit-Vegetable007

I still can’t get her out of my head.

There’s this girl from my building, Aanya. We’ve only spoken a few times in the lift. She’s the polite, soft-spoken type. Always in simple clothes, headphones on, never gives much eye contact.

Three nights ago the power went out in our society. I was coming down the stairs with a candle when I saw her standing on my floor, looking a little lost. I offered her to wait in my flat till the lights came back.

She came in. We talked for a bit in the dark. Then somehow the conversation turned and she went quiet. After a minute she just said, “Can I tell you something I shouldn’t?”

I still don’t know what made her trust me that night. But what she did after that… I wasn’t ready for it.

She didn’t want the lights on. She didn’t want me to speak much either. She just took control in a way I never expected from someone who looks so reserved.

We’ve met twice since then. Both times late at night. Both times she leaves before morning and acts completely normal if we cross each other in the society.

I still can’t believe I actually did this.

My girlfriend’s best friend Riya has always been a bit of a flirt. The kind of girl who touches your arm when she laughs and holds eye contact a second too long. We’ve known each other for years through my gf, but nothing ever happened… until last Saturday.

My girlfriend went to her parents’ place for the night. Around 11, Riya texted saying she was bored and asked if she could come over for a drink. I said yes like an idiot.

She showed up in this tiny black dress that barely covered anything. The second she walked in, the energy was different. She wasn’t being “friendly” anymore. She was looking at me like she already knew what was going to happen.

We sat on the couch, had a couple of drinks, and she kept getting closer. At one point she just put her hand on my thigh and said, “Your girlfriend told me you’re really good in bed… is that true?”

I should’ve shut it down right there. Instead I just stared at her.

Five minutes later she was on her knees between my legs, pulling my cock out with this filthy little smile. The way she sucked me was hungry and messy. She kept looking up at me the whole time, moaning whenever I grabbed her hair. I didn’t last long with how aggressive she was being.

I ended up bending her over the same couch my girlfriend and I sit on almost every night. I pulled her dress up, moved her thong aside, and pushed in. She was soaking wet. The sounds she made were so loud I had to cover her mouth because the windows were open. She came hard twice while I was fucking her from behind, legs shaking, telling me not to stop.

When I finished inside her, she just stayed there for a bit, breathing heavy, then looked back at me and said, “We’re doing this again.”

After she left I sat on the couch for a long time. I could still smell her perfume on the cushions. I looked at the photo of me and my girlfriend on the wall and felt this heavy mix of guilt and adrenaline.

I haven’t told my girlfriend. I don’t know if I ever will. But every time Riya texts me now, even just a “hey”, my heart starts racing.

Still feels completely unreal.