I've always been the jealous type. Always eager to jump to hideous conclusions and question the trust of those closest to me.
Eventually, I did get a bit better and managed to work through some deep rooted insecurities but I never predicted I'd wind up where I am.
It didn't take long for me to notice that I was different than others my age, or even most adults when it came to my curiosity about sex.
I experimented early, and it didn't take long for me to start searching for more.
I explored deeper and deeper over the years, always seeking new experiences or conquests along my journey.
Eventually I settled down, as every man must, with a nice girl I'd known since middle school.
We hit it off rather quickly and built a strong relationship off the ruins of our past's, and best of all, she shared my penchant for the flesh and hunger for new experiences.
More and more we continued to expand our horizons. She was naturally submissive and I found myself easily slipping into the dominant role. It was almost electric how our energies seemed to flow together in search of sexual enlightenment. We came close but I don't think we found it until much later on.
I was used to guys hitting on her, in fact it was a very normal thing. This time however, the guy doing the flirting was one of my closest friends, and I trust him with my life.
We were out playing pool with a few other friends just like any other Friday night. We had a pitcher of beer and plenty of time on the tables, it was a great night.
Eventually the group withered down to just Rachel, Eddie, and myself. We didn't care though, to us the night was still young and had much to offer so we decided to finish out our time on the tables.
"Goddamn it, I missed again." Rachel huffed playfully.
"It's because you're standing all wrong," Eddie started, shooting me a sideways glance and a smile. "I mean sticking your ass all out like that is great for throwing off your opponents game but it just fucks up your aim."
Rachel blushed, "I do not!"
"Do too hun." I confirmed, as I'd been distracted by it once or twice myself.
"Well, how are you supposed to stand then?" She stammered.
"Don't look at me, I just play. I don't know shit about technique." I said, chalking my stick. "Ask him!"
"Just plan your shot and slip into the best possible spot to execute it. Keep your arms up and shoulders straight. Like this." He demonstrated, knocking in another ball.
"Grrr.. You're high, It's not that simple." Rachel moaned missing again.
"You're still doing it wrong, here let me help you." He paused looking to me, "May I?"
"Be my guest, I'm going to grab another pitcher before last call. Be right back."
I rushed off for another refill eager to reach my desired alcohol level for the night.
Before I knew It I was through the line on my way back to the table.
The first thing I noticed was Eddie standing behind Rachel, guiding her next shot, then he eased in closer so her back was pressing against him.
At first I felt that familiar surge of jealousy crop it's ugly head, but I quickly reassured myself of the situation and reminded myself of just who Eddie was to me and the level of trust we share. I trusted nobody more.
'Crack'
Three stripes found their way into a pocket.
"See you got it." Eddie commented grinning. "See that Drew?"
"Fucking A! Impressive!"
Rachel cheered, literally leaping for joy and even bumping into Eddie who still sat behind her.
"Oops!" She blurted before giving him a huge hug. "Thank you!"
"No problem, anytime!" Eddie replied pouring himself a beer.
On her next turn, Rachel came close but still missed the pocket.
"Damn! I could've sworn I had it!" She groaned, "Think you could show me one more time so I can make sure?"
