>>36417374This whole thing had gotten completely out of control. He couldn’t believe he had nearly met up with his former best friend, now living as a woman but still every bit the gangly femboy nerd “she” had been years before when they still saw one another occasionally.
Thankfully, he had managed to pull himself together and drive away before she saw him. But he was shocked at how far he had let things go. Fucking his cis girlfriend’s ass (and now he knew the word “cis”) while imagining her as his trans former best friend was vile. But actually putting himself into a situation where he could fuck his former best friend’s ass for real? It was beyond the worst thing he had ever thought about himself.
Yet even now, his fantasies were intensifying. He knew with certainty if he had gotten out of the car and approached, he could have fucked her. Given her obsession with him, she would have probably begged him to do it. Hell, he could have probably fucked her right there is the street given how deranged and pathetic she was.
He couldn’t help but incorporate that fantasy into sex with his girlfriend: “You’d let me fuck you right in the street, wouldn’t you, you dirty slut?” It had driven his girlfriend wild. If only she knew he wanted to say that to his former best friend while railing her.
As much as it drove him wild, too, this fantasy was eroding his self esteem. What kind of person was he turning into? Some kind of perverted stalker?
One day while watching Steam to see if his former best friend logged on, another old friend messaged him. He welcomed the distraction and they made plans to play some games together. It helped him take his mind off of his former best friend and soon they were regularly playing games together.
Eventually, they made plans to meet up and have a few drinks. When he got to the bar, he was immediately struck by how slim and effeminate this other friend was. Had this all just been an unconscious cope?
