How my [23f] asian girlfriend lost her vigrinity [friction]

Anne is the quieter one. Slim, soft-faced, usually wears black-rimmed glasses. She has a gentle smile and a shy way of carrying herself. People tend to read her as innocent and a bit nerdy. Isabel is more outgoing. Longer hair, sharper features, more confident in photos. She comes across as friendly and put-together, the kind of girl who seems like she has everything under control.

We all became close during university. Same friend group, same late-night talks, same shared flats. After graduation I took a job in another city. Anne and Isabel stayed behind and ended up living together with a couple of other friends. I thought the distance would be temporary. We told each other it was just for a while.

Anne was still a virgin when I left. She had always been traditional about it. We’re both Asian, and she grew up with the idea that she wanted to wait for marriage. She was shy about sex in general. We had been together for years and she never pushed for more than kissing and light touching. I respected it. I thought it meant something.

While I was away the long-distance strain got worse. We argued more. Eventually we decided to take a break. I told myself she would wait for me the same way she had always waited.

She didn’t.

Isabel had been seeing guys quietly for a while. She was careful about it. No one in the friend group knew. She never left evidence, never talked about it, never got caught. She kept that side of herself completely separate. One evening, after Anne had been especially low about the break, Isabel brought her along to the gym after hours and introduced her to one of the men she had been seeing. A white guy, bigger than me, direct.

Anne was nervous and still untouched. Isabel stayed in the room with her phone out. She filmed while the guy undressed Anne, while he pushed inside her for the first time, while Anne gripped the edge of the table and made small sounds from the pain and the newness of it. Isabel recorded different angles — Anne on her back, then on her hands and knees, close-ups of her face, the moment he finished on her stomach. Anne knew the camera was on her the whole time.

I didn’t know any of this when we got back together a few weeks later. Anne seemed softer, more affectionate. We decided to try again. The normal photos started up once more. I thought I had my girlfriend back.

I didn’t.

By then Anne had already been fucked and something in her had shifted. She kept seeing the same guy, and then others, behind my back. Isabel helped her hide it. Anne would tell me she was going to the gym or spending time with Isabel. She came home clean and sweet. I never suspected that the shy girl who once wanted to wait for marriage was now getting fucked regularly while I still believed I was the only one who had ever touched her.

I still believe that.