Chapter 1: Was It Adultery?

Everyone has a best friend, that special person you’ve known since childhood who has always been there for you. She’s the one you confide in, yell at, and in general feel free to say or do anything yet you know she will always be there for you later. You share everything with your best friend, right?

For me, Beth has always been that best friend. I’ve said before that my parents were my best friends but that’s more from the standpoint of the type of relationship we have. After all, my parents can’t just walk away from me! Beth and I met when we were little girls and went through school together, grew up in church together, and partied together.

Beth and I certainly have had our differences but I think that’s what has made our relationship so special. Had we been clones I doubt that we would’ve been able to stand the sight of each other after a while. Our strengths and weaknesses complemented each other and as a pair we were stronger than the two of us individually.

As an only child, I was never blessed with a sister whereas Beth was the youngest of what was a virtual tribe at home. She was the next-to-youngest of five kids - three boys and two girls. Her older siblings had all finished school and moved out leaving just her and her younger brother Tony at home as she finished school at a local university. For me, Beth was like the sister I never had, at least the way I dreamed having a sister would’ve been. She was a regular fixture at our house as we grew up and it was almost at times like she actually WAS a member of our family. In the same way I spent a lot of time at her house as well and her parents were more like my aunt and uncle than your typical older couple.

From the time I started having sex, I’d always preferred more one-on-one sex than groups. It’s not that I have anything against orgies or gangbangs, it’s just that I like the intimacy. To be completely honest I have to admit that I prefer being the center of attention as well. In contrast, Beth’s first time was with two guys and she never looked back. As she got older, some of her partners would invite her to private parties and soon she became a fixture at the local sex party scene. Of course I knew she went to them since we shared most of our experiences; but the whole sex party scene never sounded like something I really wanted to get involved with.

It wasn’t until I was nineteen and home on break after my freshman year of college that she convinced me to join her at one of her so-called parties. As things turned out, it was quite an experience and over the next few years I attended a few of them. Each was a little different and offered me new experiences so I found them fun but purely from a sexual perspective. The problem was afterwards I was always left with this cold empty feeling when I realized I didn’t even know the names of some of the guys who had fucked me! It’s not I didn’t remember them - they never even told me. It wasn’t that it was important to me that I knew their names, it was the fact that they never told me them in the first place and then pumped me full of their sperm that was the problem for me. Well, not a problem physically but still, it would have been nice to know.

One of the interesting things about Beth and I was that as close as we were, we’d never done anything of an overtly sexual nature with each other except for some fooling around at the parties. That really didn’t count for me since everyone was doing it so it wasn’t like we were being exactly being intimate with one another. I don’t know if it was actually a conscious decision or more of something that just never happened. Maybe it was something in the backs of our minds something told us if we went down that path that maybe there was a chance we might change our relationship into something we weren’t ready for.