I'm sure you all don't want to here about this, especially those with more experience. But for those who are young and have "raging hormones" it could be a good lesson to learn. I've learned from my lesson and decided to share it all with you in hopes you don't make the same mistake I have just recently made.

I shall change the names to keep their identity clean.

I was friends with Brittany for as long as I can remember. We went to kindergarten through elementary school together. I moved, then she moved but we were able to keep the close relationship that we've always had. So as long as I've known Brittany, I've known Jake. He's never really been a winner, but he's always been someone I could relate to in some odd fashion.

Growing up, he was a band geek and I was a band geek. We'd always have conversations about music theory or the differences from the small town band which I was from and the big city band which he was from. Brittany always rolled her eyes and told us to get a life.

I'm not going to say that I never imagined having sex with her brother, in fact I'm sure I fantasized about it more than a few times; but I'd never think it would actually happen.

The Friday night before our first meeting, I had had a date with a man and it ended horribly. I was pissed of and irate and could find no cigarettes at all. So next evening, I get online and notice Jake is on, I thought maybe I could have gotten an oppinion from a guy's mind to what I could have done wrong on the date. There we are just talking online, so I asked him to call me and of course he did. I said something along the lines of needing a beer and he said he had a problem that needed to be fixed. So we came to a mutual understanding he'd bring me beer and I would have sex with him.

Once we got in to the dorm room, things were a little bit awkward. He was staring at me, so I stared at him and we just laughed about it. So to get things rolling I hopped in to bed and he followed me up. Next thing I knew, he lunged on top of me and started kissing me. He then took off my clothes and we had sex.

Oddly enought as it was, it didnt' just stop there. He called me again when he got home and asked if we could do it again tomorrow and of course I said yes. So on Sunday, we didn't just have sex once, we had sex twice; but in fear of my room mate coming back to find us having sex, he left. She didn't get in until 10 o'clock and I told him he could have stayed longer.

I'm sure you all are wondering if I feel the least bit guilty--I don't regret the fact I has sex with Jake, in fact the sex was great; but I feel guilty that I now have to keep a secret from my Best Friend in which we have never hidden secrets from one another before. I'm not sure how she would exactly react, possibly angry, shocked, upset, irate, livid. I could go on for hours about what I imagine her reaction to be. Though the sex was mutual, if anybody found out I could be a home wrecker. Though Jake has a child and is technically separated from his girlfriend or significant other, it could ruin both of our reputations if anybody found out.

I'm hoping that the sex isn't going to change anything between us or make anything awkward. I know everytime I'm around him from here on out, I'll be thinking about it and I'm sure everytime he sees me, he will be reminded also. I pray that he gets what he wants, which is to be back with his girlfriend and I pray his child grows up in a loving family.

The moral of the story? THINK BEFORE YOU ACT! A moment of lust doesn't compare to a life time of resentment and unhappiness.