It had been a few days since my latest encounter with my best friend’s dick. Outside of the sex, we still hadn’t really gotten to grips with what our encounters meant for our friendship, and what it meant for him and his girlfriend. After about a week of avoiding the topic, he finally caved in and text me. “Can we talk about what happened?” I was shy and there was no way I was having a conversation like this face to face, so I text him back “yeah, what’s on your mind?” He went into a big spiel about how he can’t stop thinking about me, even during sex with his girlfriend. He said that he wanted to leave her and for us to be together properly, as a couple. I had to shut that down. I text him back and said that I was enjoying our fooling around, but that I wasn’t ready to be out in front of my friends and family so there was no way I was going to even publicly acknowledge our antics to date, never mind announce that we were in a relationship. I said I was more than happy to ...