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The Best Sex Of My Life Was With My BFF's Ex

'When we woke up the following afternoon, I started to take in what I’d done.'
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I used to go clubbing with Mark* every weekend. He was a roommate of one of my friends and soon became part of our barkada. A lot of the group found him hot and a few had slept with him, but I couldn't see the appeal. He was the quiet type. I preferred my men loud and gregarious.

Two years after Mark and I met, he got together with a friend of mine, Abby.* We hung out together a lot but I didn't give him a second look. After eight months, Abby and Mark's relationship went downhill. She confided in me that she'd had an affair and that they hadn't had sex in ages. Eventually, they broke up.

Our eyes locked and we began kissing desperately.

One night, a few weeks after their breakup, I went over to a friend's house, where Mark was staying. We all ended up drinking and Mark really came out of his shell. He asked if I'd like to go into his room to see his book collection. It sounds corny, but he was so innocent that it didn't feel like anything was going to happen. He told me about a story he was writing that was printed out on his desk. We looked down at the words, then glanced up at the same time. Our eyes locked and we began kissing desperately. It felt so good, and totally unexpected. Mark paused between kisses, saying, "I've wanted to do this for so long."

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I was surprised that this shy, quiet guy had such a passionate side to him, and was blindsided that he'd had this secret crush on me. I did feel a pang of guilt for Abby but, at the same time, it was such a turn-on seeing how much he wanted me. His arms were so strong as he wrapped them around me, and clasped the nape of my neck with his hands while he explored my mouth with his tongue. We moved towards the bed and started rolling around, alternating who was on top, almost wrestling to be the dominant one. He "won," grabbed a condom and entered me. The frenzy built up until we both orgasmed.

The sex was so natural and easy, it felt like our bodies had been made for each other.

That night, we had sex seven times. Each time we'd be drifting back to sleep, one of us would stir and touch the other, and desire would overcome us again. At one point, Mark lifted me up and pushed me against the wall. I found myself surrendering to this urge that seemed stronger than ourselvesand our attempts at sleep! The sex was so natural and easy, it felt like our bodies had been made for each other.

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When we woke up the following afternoon, I started to take in what I'd done. I was shocked at myself. Even though Abby wasn't with Mark any more, I knew she still had feelings for him and I felt like I'd betrayed her.

I felt so bad that the next day I told Abby what had happened. She was upset, but we managed to stay friends, and Mark and I never slept together again. What I didn't tell her is that I don't regret it. It was the most amazing sex of my life, and I've never looked at shy, quiet types in quite the same way since.

*Names have been changed.

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This article originally appeared on Cosmopolitan.com/uk. Minor edits have been made by the Cosmo.ph editors.