I had the biggest crush on my best guy friend in college but we were both dating other people at the time and never acted on it. He ended up moving to South America after we graduated to teach English, got married and eventually lost touch with most of his college crew. I never knew he had a crush on me too until I randomly ran into him at a dive bar in San Francisco 6 years later! He had gotten divorced and was moving back to the states and was looking for places with his brother. The chemistry was instant and it felt like no time had passed. After about five celebratory shots we started making out at the bar and he followed me back to the dingy bathroom where he couldn’t rip my clothes off fast enough. He lifted up my dress and started fingering me and I returned the favor by sucking on his huge cock. It was better than I imagined it. We couldn’t find a taxi fast enough and the driver actually pulled over and made us get out of his cab because we couldn’t stop touching each other. It was bad. We finally made it to my apartment where he’s been ever since. We just celebrated our third wedding anniversary. It just goes to show you that good things do happen to those who wait.