My Girlfriend Slept With My Best Friend First

The day my girlfriend, Sasha Belmont, decides to study abroad, she drops a bombshell. "My first time was with your best friend." When I stare at her in disbelief, she just shrugs. "It wasn't betrayal. We were just getting back at each other. The night we turned 18, he ran his mouth again. I had too much to drink, got pissed, and pushed him right down on the bed." Her eyes go soft as she savors the memory. "You called me seven times that night. I did it with him seven times. The next day in gym class, I started bleeding. You thought I got my period, but that was my crotch tearing. "He acts tough, but he's a softie. He was so scared of hurting you that he cried and begged me not to tell." Then, without an ounce of guilt, she fires off a voice message to my best friend, Keith Hollister. "I couldn't help it. I told him everything. I lose this round. "You want me in that outfit, right? Fine, I'll wear it." Everything in me goes cold. Just moments ago, Keith had casually asked me what I'd do if Sasha ever cheated. I figured he was just jealous again and joked that even without her, I'd still have him. Sasha, completely certain I won't walk away from either of them, pinches my cheek and smiles. "Cheer up. You're still the one we love most. I'm taking Keith abroad with me in three days. Don't forget to come see us off."