Gaining her trust

To this day, I still don't understand how Jake has managed to keep Hannah around so long. He's cheated on her multiple times (that she knows about), she's told me they don't go out on dates, and recently he told me that they don't even have sex anymore. Truthfully, I think the only reason they're still together is the fact that they've been dating since high school, in way too deep to give up and start over. From the outside it looked like a largely loveless relationship, and I was ready to use that to my advantage.

Ever since Jake confided in me that he and Hannah weren't having sex, I was in constant contact with her every day, texting her, occasionally calling her and replying to her social media posts, slowly getting her to open up to and admit to me some of the problems in their relationship. She wasn't stupid, she knew that she and Jake were in a fucked up relationship and she should've left him years ago. But Hannah also said despite all that, she still loved him.

As the weeks passed, Hannah and I grew closer, carrying separate conversations over multiple platforms back and forth all day. The tiny blonde had gotten so comfortable with me that she even started sending me snapchats of her at all hours of the day. Like clockwork, she responded to me within 5-10 minutes no matter what she was doing, including when she had to shower. Hannah would respond like normal, sending delibarately cropped photos from the shoulders up before, during, and after the shower, completely unaware how turned on these pics made me.

One night Hannah called me sobbing, she and Jake had gotten into another argument for some reason or the other, and stormed out of their apartment. Being a tiny girl, she was scared to be alone at night and didn't know what to do. For the next hour, I stood talking on the phone with her as she tried to calm herself down. Naturally, we talked a lot about Jake and how awful he was, the ways he mistreated her and neglected her on so many levels, among more joyous topics. After twenty minutes it sounded like Hannah had forgotten all about the fact that she was home alone, as if she had called me up just to chat.

Hannah's cute voice had an added raspy tone to it, clearly growing tired at the end of our near hour long phone call. I heard her shuffling under her bedsheets while telling me about her new favorite show. In between the moments I was speaking, I muted myself to secretly rub my cock while Hannah spoke to me. After we said our goodnights, I received a snap from Hannah Cane herself (under the name 'Hanburglar', an inside joke we'd developed), curled up in bed and smiling.

"Thanks. I needed that :)" the caption read, framed just under her pointed chin.

"Anytime :)" I responded, hopping into bed before I responded.

After such an emotional night, I knew Hannah would be eager to message me in the morning, a change in our established norm where I had to make first contact.

"Jake came back at 5 a.m."

"He reeked of weed and pussy."

"I bet he was fucking Brittney again."

"That little bitch is always the first girl he hits up when we fight." she said in four quick successive texts.

Not exactly what I was expecting, but it was still something that turned me on in it's own way. It meant that she felt comfortable enough to keep me updated on her intimate moments, something you'd only do with some you felt close to.

"Are you gonna tell Jake that we talked last night?" I asked, curious how things would play out.

"You were there for me when I needed it. I don't think there's much Jake needs to know." her message read.

"Thanks for everything, really. You're great friend and I wish I realized it sooner." said a second text, coming in shortly after the first.

"Of course. You can always come to me about anything." I replied, Hannah opening it and leaving it on read.

Hannah trusted me, and I couldn't wait to betray that goodwill.