When I first joined this site several years ago I told this story. Somehow it vanished. Later I answered another thread (
https://forum.oneclickchicks.com/showthread.php?t=170033) and posted another 'earlier' story about the same woman, and in that thread I mentioned that I might get around to re-telling that story....but I never did. Until today!
Many years ago in my sophmore year of college, I met a guy who would very quickly become my best friend. We just hit it off right away - similar interests, sense of humor, you name it. We even worked at the same job. He was a first generation Cuban American; his parents had escaped from Cuba and come here to the United States, where he was born. I'll give him the fictitious name 'Esteban'.
At the time Esteban was in a serious dating relationship with a Cuban girl (fictitious name Carmen) with a very similar background story (parents escaped, she was born here). Esteban's 'how we met' story was VERY interesting and reminds me of the kind of stories we keep seeing in the news these days - Carmen was, I kid you not, a teacher in his school teaching her first year during what was his senior year...of high school. She didn't have him directly in her class, but he would see her around school quite often. She was THE talk of the school amongst all the boys, though; she was hot AND she was very close to their age since this was a private school and they needed teachers so badly they accepted college students who did not yet have their credentials. The age difference between them was small (he 17 at first, she 20) and ripe for...interesting developments.
Which is exactly what happened: The school sponsored an overnight camping field trip; he went, she went as a chaperone...they got to talking about their common heritage...and with that spark within a few weeks and right after his 18th birthday they were sleeping together, while he was still in school where she was teaching.
Fast forward a couple of years, and we're where I began the story: Sophmore year of college. I didn't meet her for several months - just the logistics of the thing; but eventually I finally met her, and she was even more gorgeous than my friend had even been able to describe. She was petite (perhaps 5'1") and weighed maybe 90 or 100 lbs, which is absolutely my personal ideal. Dark curly hair, pale white skin, 'A' cup breasts (not flat, just small...again perfect). Super smart, highly educated. Smelled great, SOUNDED great. I had a moment where I felt totally disoriented...and then I got my s**t together, reminded myself that this was my BEST friend's girlfriend, and put on the 'platonic' persona that such a situation called for.
Which I kept, without fail and without deviation, for several years thereafter. I never took any opportunity to treat Carmen as anything other than a friend. I never crossed the line; I never even allowed myself to consider anything inappropriate. I did everything a good friend should do, supported them through the rough times, and even spoke at their wedding. Until one day, very shortly after that wedding, Esteban called me in a moment of desperation...and the details of THAT story are in the link above.
From THAT moment on...I simply could not get Carmen out of my head, and yet I *knew* I would never, ever, EVER be with her. I had irreparably broken the barrier in my head that kept me of thinking of her 'that' way, and yet she was still the wife of my best friend...and so that was that.
At about the same time they got married, I had got into a serious relationship myself with another woman (who was gorgeous, but crazy, and who at that time would be best described as my future ex wife). Esteban, who at the time shared an apartment with me, moved out when he returned from his honeymoon with Carmen and together they moved into their new home.
But all was not well within their home. Esteban, it turns out (though I did not know it at the time since I never saw that side of him) had quite the anger management problem and was apparently abusing Carmen. She, for her part, was prone to making impulsive relationship decisions (which you might recall led to their getting together in the first place) and after a year of living with an abusive husband Carmen started seeking solace from some guy she was working with at her College. One night Esteban came home from work unexpectedly early...to find Carmen had set the table for a romantic dinner...except since Esteban was not expected home, for whom might this effort be? To make a long story short, that incident marked the end of their marriage.
Now, I can imagine you reading this (if you're still here after all this time!) thinking, THIS must be where Mythryl finally slept with Carmen! Alas...while that would perhaps be good fiction, it was not to be. Recall: Carmen is having a mystery dinner with some other guy, and for my part my own ill-fated marriage to my future ex-wife (who I at this point lived with) was still in the (near) future. No opportunities for a hook-up to be had; despite the fact that I could never again banish the image of Carmen's naked body from my mind, I was still 'too nice' to try and move in on my best friend's now ex-wife, to say nothing of cheating on my own girlfriend.
More to come...