The Truth Hurts

I got a knock on my door. A well dressed girl asked if she could talk with me. I was in college then, she said she worked at a bank. The topic was a guy I was dating. She had dated him too. She warned me, he was going to break my heart. He was married to her.

That's how our friendship began. Over a guy. Over time our friendship became personal, drowning our attachment to him with each other. Long afternoons in bed, talking, caressing, love making, promises of our true love. Nights, in bed with him, from flower to flower, in and out with her, in and out with me, intense sex with him, relief loving sex with her.

She confessed to me last weekend during one of our afternoons that she had first seen me, she had first wanted me, she had sent him to seduce me, to compromise me by having sex with a married man, so she could seduce me. If I loved her like I said I did I would understand. I feel used, lied to. The fantasy is crushed.