I fucked my best friend's girl. Every ounce of my being told me not to except for my dick. It had a mind of it's own.
She's a complete ten, so absolutely gorgeous. Tall, thin but still with an hourglass shape to her. Small perky tits but a beautifully rounded ass that puts most to shame. The two of them share one thing in common: they both like to smoke weed. That's it. They argue and fight most days to the point that it's ridiculous they are even together. She constantly rolls her eyes at everything he says, and he just quietly takes her "I'm smarter tan you" attitude, then complains to me about it later. Truth be told, she is smarter than him. By leaps and bounds. She's also far more talented in the arts, more well read, and a thinker. I can't tell you how many times we've all gone to a party and he's run off to smoke weed with friends or chase some other chick and left me with her, where I didn't just sit and listen to her talk and wonder what the fuck was wrong with my best friend. Her and I had so much in common from the start that it was frightening.

The longer they dated and fought, the closer her and I became. I checked her out here and there, but I never thought about her sexually until a load of us went to the beach together. She wore a long T-shirt over her bikini, and the rest of the girls were prancing around in their swim-suits. My best friend got drunk and tried chatting up this other chick. I'll admit the other chick looked pretty damned hot, but he left his girlfriend alone. So her and I went out into the water and talked. Out there, she pulled off her shirt and I really saw how amazing she looked for the first time. With her amazing body, gorgeous face (her lips and eyes would win you over in a heart beat) and that amazing personality, I couldn't tear myself away from her. We ended up spending the entire trip chatting, laughing, and having a good time. She confided that the two of them were unhappy together, that they had no sex life because he was forever after another woman, and that they had zero in common. She also confided that she'd wished she met me first. I thought it was odd, but didn't ask more about it.

The next week she was at their apartment alone. I stopped by not knowing that, and her and I started talking. Before I knew it an hour had passed, and she suddenly confessed to being in love with me. When she asked me how I felt about her I stumbled over my words, not wanting to tell her the truth. Then she kissed me. I wanted her so badly at that point that I couldn't stop myself, even though I knew it was wrong. We made love. Actually made love. Romantic. Passionate. Sensual. It was hot. Then we apologized to one another as if it might make the guilt go away. Then we fucked, like rabid animals. It was just as hot. As we lay in bed afterwards, she said she wanted to tell him about us, to break up with him, move out, and spend more time with me. I want to, but I know none of it is right so I talked her out of it.

The thing is, I feel the exact same way about her as she feels about me. I don't want to hurt my best-friend but he won't grow up, and I see a future with this woman. I really do. I'm already closer to her than I ever have been with my best-friend. However, we'll lose most of our friends and be social pariahs, and I'm sure my best-friend will never talk to me again.

She makes me happy and fills my heart with joy. Is it worth it?? Help me out here.