My Best Mate’s Slutty Girlfriend
- May 24
- 19 min read
Dan had been my closest friend since our first week at university. I've known him for eight years now. He usually had girlfriends, and I can hardly recall a time when he was single, as his relationships often overlapped. However, he's been with Beth since our final year at university—almost four years. I introduced them because she was studying business, just like me. She was 5'9", with black hair down to her shoulders, petite, and absolutely stunning. Her perfectly shaped small round figure was the best I'd ever seen. I'm not embarrassed to admit that I often took a glance, and it wasn't always entirely innocent. Her breasts were perky D cups, which appeared natural but were actually not. How did I know this? Well, there was some history between us. We'd hooked up a few times, but it didn't lead anywhere. Dan had no idea. For some reason, neither of us mentioned it to Dan when they first started dating, and now it had been too long to bring it up without it being awkward. Beth and I never talked about it, but I was certain there was always an unspoken sexual tension between us. I can't deny that I was attracted to her, and on a few drunken occasions, there was some heavy flirting between us.
