Well, it all started with my ex Kylie calling me about 2 weeks ago telling me she was moving back here. When her flight got in I picked her up at the airport, dropped her bags off at her parents house then went out to grab some coffee. About 10 minutes into our conversation and shit she just leans over and kisses me. I was pretty shocked and shit, but I'll be honest, I didn't fight it. This turned into a long ass conversation about how she's still in love with me, which led back to my place. Brittney was at work so I figured it wouldn't matter she was there. We had a few beers, watched some Olympics, and out of the blue she kisses me again, this time it went a little further. Again, being a guy I'm not gonna say no to it, so she starts tearing off clothes and we end up fucking 2 or 3 times. I felt really guilty about it so about an hour after taking Kylie home, Brittney gets home and I say "I have something I need to tell you." She said Kylie already called her and told her everything (they were actually really good friends through school) and she really didn't seem to care. If anything she encouraged me to go on with it. Pic attached.
