I had a best friend/roommate who had a boyfriend that I almost instantly fell in love with. We flirted when she wasn't looking and always said that we would end it tomorrow. Not that anything happened, but tomorrow never came. Then one evening, he came over to see his girlfriend but she had gone out. So, I invited him in. One thing led to another and, before we knew it, we were in my bedroom undressing each other. Then I ran into my bathroom, jumped into my silky bra and panties, and we had some hard love. I mean aggressive, pushing, hard-kissing, and squeezing kind of hard love. We did it like five times that night, and my roommate didn't even come home. The next morning, I was woken up by surprise from his soft, tender kiss. He jumped into the shower. To surprise him back, I jumped in the shower, too, and we had ten unforgettable minutes of sex. A few hours after he left, my friend came home. I felt guiltier than I ever had in my entire life. Except for my confession here, I haven't told her. But it feels good to have a little weight lifted.