I like a guy; we get on really well as friends and have loads in common. We’ve been flirty for a while and he confided in a friend that likes me. We were out a few weeks ago and ended up in bed together.
Last weekend we were out in Brighton with friends. He challenged me to approach a random bloke of his choosing and pretend I knew him. Fortunately, he chose an attractive bloke. A friend later said the stranger seemed quite interested but she could tell I wasn’t. However, what became clear was that the guy I like was interested. Our mates were teasing him about being jealous and joking: “You’re clearly fucking her.” It didn’t take long for him to admit it.
The evening continued in a similar flirty vein. Whilst I overtly played it cool, inside I was hoping we’d sleep together again. Our group of friends all came back to my house, and when everyone had headed to bed, it was just me and the guy I liked in the kitchen. Music and alcohol, mixed with sexual tension lead to a sexy cocktail of suggestive looks and lots of touching. I leaned in for a kiss. He kissed me back.
Then he stopped and pulled away.
I asked why not and mentioned how we both thought last time was brilliant.
He replied “I want to. I really want to. But we shouldn’t.”
I said it was fine, but being pissed and sexually frustrated, I began texting some male friends. One guy called me and we had a FaceTime chat upstairs in the bathroom. Within five minutes, my guy came upstairs, took the phone off me and hung up on the other guy. Then he took my hand and led me upstairs.