My bestfriend fingered me in class and I still think about it every day

We were in class watching some long-ass documentary. Lights were off, everyone was kinda half asleep, and the bench I was on was packed—like 5 people squeezed in. I was sitting next to my guy best friend. We’ve always been close, but lowkey flirty too—he’d “accidentally” touch my boobs sometimes or brush up against me in ways that didn’t feel that accidental.

Anyway, he leans over and goes, “I’m so bored.” And I whispered back, “Want me to help?” (I don’t even know why I said that, it just slipped out lol.) He smirked and said, “I don’t know, you tell me.” Then casually puts his hand on my thigh, over my tights.

At first I was like ??? but I didn’t stop him.

He started slowly sliding his hand up, and I looked at him like, “what are you doing?” but didn’t move away. He leaned in closer, pulled me a bit toward him, and then his hand slipped under the waistband of my tights… and yeah. He started fingering me right there in the classroom.

I swear I almost forgot how to breathe. It felt sooo good. His fingers were moving slow and deep, and I was just trying to act normal while literally melting inside. I was so wet so fast it was embarrassing.

Then out of nowhere, he stops, grabs my hand, and puts it on his crotch over his jeans like “your turn.” 💀

So yeah, I rubbed him through his jeans for a second before just slipping my hand inside. He was hard as hell. I started stroking him and he went right back to fingering me like we were alone and not in a room full of classmates.

I’m pretty sure someone noticed. I even saw someone glance back. But at that point? I honestly didn’t care.

After that day… it became a whole thing. Like, every day thing.

He’d finger me in the cab ride home, I’d give him head while the driver pretended not to notice. Sometimes people in other cars were literally watching and I still didn’t stop. When we reached our stop, I’d go to his house for “15 minutes” just so we could go down on each other. No full-on sex—just… everything else.

His hands were always on me. Inside my top, pulling at my nipples, or already in my pants before the door even shut. It felt normal, like part of the routine. Some days f

But now… he has a girlfriend. And it all stopped.

I don’t even know how to bring it up or if I should as it will sound extremely needy. I miss it so much. I still think about how exciting it was every damn day. And the whole bus thing happened because I was chasing the high I got in that classroom that day.