What secrets do you have that you would only tell anonymously?

I have had sex with my bestie's boyfriend, more than once...

This is what a girl said when I was playing truth or dare with a few people last night (I don’t know her either, she was brought to play by a friend of a friend)

The following is her original words (in the first person)

I had a relationship in high school, but we broke up after five months because of too much pressure and incompatible personalities. During that time, I felt like I was breaking down little by little because of the pressure of breaking up and the college entrance examination. However, my best friend is completely different from me. Not only is her academic performance in the top ten of the grade, but she and her boyfriend (who is in the next class) are also very sweet. The two of them are making progress together and have agreed to take the same college entrance examination together. Whenever she shares the sweet little things about her boyfriend with me, that sense of happiness makes me feel uncomfortable and even a little jealous. Her boyfriend also has very good grades and a cheerful and sunny personality, which is a bit like my ex-boyfriend.

One day, my best friend and him had a quarrel, it seemed to be because of the school application. Both of them came to me to complain. I was like a psychological counselor, counseling both sides. My best friend called me and cried for a long time. I finally coaxed her to sleep, and he called me to go out for a drink. I went, but when I got there, it was not just one cup. He drank several cups in a row and poured out all his bitterness. He said that it was always relaxing and good to chat with you. I looked over and he was looking at me with a very fascinated look. I looked calm on the surface, but my heart was beating very fast. I said you drank too much and it was time to go. He grabbed me and kissed me. My first reaction was that I should push him away, but I didn't. My heart was beating fast, and I was struggling with what to do. After kissing for a while, he let me go and asked in my ear why I didn't push him away. I said it was because I drank too much.

He smiled and said, "Let's go. I'll take you home." On the way back, we passed a pharmacy. He stopped and said, "Wait here for a minute," and then he went into the pharmacy. I thought he was going to buy some sobering stuff, so I didn't pay attention to what he was holding. When we got downstairs of my house, he asked me if anyone was home. I said no, my parents were on a business trip. He asked if he could go upstairs and sit for a while, because he felt drunk and wanted to take a break. I thought about it and felt a little worried, so I took him upstairs. After entering my house, I took him to my room and sat him down. I said I would go boil some water. He suddenly stood in front of me and pushed me to the bed. He said he had a better way to sober up, so he pressed on me. I felt like my whole body was on fire. His hands were groping me all over, slowly taking off my clothes, and taking out the condoms he bought at the pharmacy. I knew I didn't want to resist at the time, so I just let it go. I said, "Are we being worthy of my best friend like this?" He paused and said that she (my best friend) would not be like this. I said, "Then how do you know I would be like this?" He lay on top of me and whispered in my ear, "I think I'm in love with you." That's how we had sex.

After he went back, I sent him a message saying, no matter what kind of person you are, we have already betrayed my bestie, so we should not have any contact in the future, just treat it as drunken sex. Then I deleted all chat records without waiting for his reply and blocked all his messages. Don't ask why I didn't just delete him, it might be the inner shame that was playing tricks on me.

After this incident, I didn't have much contact with my bestie anymore, and I didn't want to interfere in their affairs anymore. Anyway, we will go our separate ways after entering college, and maybe this incident will slowly pass.

A few days later, my family organized a trip, and I felt more energetic. During the trip, I didn't want to pay attention to anyone except occasionally posting photos.

The first time I experienced the pleasure of traveling was because it made me forget all the troubles for a while.

When I returned home from my trip, there was still a month before the university started. In order to keep myself busy, I signed up for a driver's license test. I passed the first part very quickly, and then I went to the driving school every day to practice the second part.

I didn't expect to run into him by coincidence on my first day at the driving school. Sometimes you can only say that the world is too small, otherwise how can you explain so many coincidences. He was very happy to see me, walked quickly to me and greeted me.

"It's been a while since we last met. What a coincidence."

"hehe."

"Come to practice subject two?"

"Um."

"Come on! It's very easy. Look, I passed it in one try. I'm going to prepare for subject three."

"Yes, thank you."

I ran into him every time I practiced driving for the next few days, but I tried to avoid him. Summer is always a bit rainy. It rained heavily when I was practicing driving that day. The instructor felt it was unsafe and told me to go home first, but I didn't bring an umbrella with me, so I simply took shelter from the rain in the security booth at the entrance of the driving school. After an hour, the rain got heavier and heavier, and it seemed that there was no sign of stopping. When I was lowering my head to send a message to my mother to let her know that I was safe, a pair of sneakers appeared in front of me. I looked up and saw him standing in the rain with an umbrella.

"Do you want me to take you there?"

I looked at my phone, which had only 15% of its battery left, and hesitated for a moment. Finally, I walked into the umbrella. The driving school is in a remote place, and it is difficult to get a taxi, so we walked for a long time and didn't see any taxis. Finally, we decided to take a rest in a nearby building. There happened to be a small hotel. I had noticed that he had been leaning towards me when he held the umbrella just now, so his clothes on the other side were soaked. I suggested that we open a private room to dry the clothes first to avoid catching a cold. He thought about it and finally nodded.

I stood by the window of the room, looking at the heavy rain outside. The overall condition of the hotel was not very good, but the basic facilities were still OK, especially the air conditioner. After being caught in the rain and then using the air conditioner, I managed to sneeze. A pair of hands wrapped around my waist from behind and pulled me into his arms. He had changed into the hotel's bathrobe, and I gently pushed him away. I kept some distance from him.

"Would you like to change your clothes too?"

“…No need for that.”

Then, regardless of my reaction, he hugged me and rested his head on my shoulder.

"I miss you so much. You deleted me and went traveling. Are you really that cruel?"

"I'm not your girlfriend, why do you care if I'm cruel or not?"

"I can't say break up yet," he let go of me, looking at me with eyes that seemed a little helpless, "She has to repeat a grade, I'm afraid she won't be able to accept it if I say break up, she's under too much pressure now."

"Whether you split up or not is your business, and has nothing to do with me."

"I like you."

……

The emotions that I had suppressed for a long time finally exploded. I was like crazy, yelling, "Have you ever considered my feelings? Do you think you can just say you like someone without taking responsibility? I am now a mistress who interferes with other people's relationships! I am almost going crazy every day, and you just say I like you? Your values ​​really shock me!" I was completely exhausted and fell to the ground. He seemed to be scared by me, half-knelt in front of me, reached out to hug me, and kept saying sorry. I was trembling all over, holding his bathrobe tightly, I looked into his eyes and didn't know what made me bite his face hard, but I didn't dare to bite him hard. We were entangled again...

After we finished, we lay on the bed, and he held me in his arms and rubbed my face.

"I hate you."

"I know."

"Scumbag."

"I am."

"Bitch!"

"I am."

"……Me too."