He fucked my girl

Ricky had the good graces to quickly get off my girlfriend and get into his own bed. I got into bed next to Jen and we both passed out.

The next morning, we woke up snuggled against each other. Ricky must have gotten up earlier, and he had the good graces to not stick around. I mean, I’d told him I intended to marry Jen, so he knew she and I would have a lot to talk about. It was awkward at first, but soon we were giggling and laughing at how wild things had gotten. I mean, neither of us were prudes, and even though we hadn’t planned it, we were young and open to new things as long as no one got hurt. When I asked how it was to have Ricky, her eyes got kind of dreamy, and she said, “Well, I never really thought of him that way, but, well, wow!” Then she saw the insecure look on my face and quickly added, “but of course he’s nothing like you.” I guess she thought I needed more reassurance, because she got on top of me and we had a long slow fuck.