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The spark of a lighter wakens me. I allow my eyes to only open slightly, letting out a groan. The memories of last night start to flutter my mind. A warm glow pushes through the closed curtains. The ugly furniture is a reminder of where I am. What the hell did I get myself into now, I can’t help but think. The man I’m sharing the bed with speaks deeply. His voice is thick, like a heavy smoker would sound like. “Last night was fun, Doll-face. You’re one hell of a fuck,” he chuckles and smacks my ass. “You’re not so bad yourself,” I groan out. I roll over to face him. It’s the first time I’m truly seeing his face. His brown hair shaping his face nicely, a few strains hang over his eyes. They are a beautiful shade of blue. His naked body exposed to me, he has taken off the covers. I can see his erection, clearly ready to roll in the sheets again. *** Again, the memories of last night roll through my head. I got home around six in the evening, expecting the house to be empty. My boyfriend had told me he was going to be out late. I was actually looking forward to some time alone. A nice bubble bath, with a glass of wine and soft music, is what I had in mind. However, that isn’t what I came home to. Unlocking the door, I noticed the living-room empty, but I could hear noises in the bedroom. The first thing that came to my mind was all the horror films I’ve ever seen. Should I be the typical girl and yell out “Hello, is anyone there?” No, I don’t think so. Instead, I go towards the bedroom. When I open the door, I see my boyfriend being fucked by my best friend. Of all the people in the world. Screaming at them, I demanded to know what the fuck was going on. Of course both of them said they didn’t mean to, it just happened. The typical bullshit you hear from cheaters. I kicked them both out, telling both of them to never contact me again. I was fuming mad! I just lost my boyfriend and my best friend all in one go. I tried to calm down, to be realistic. I didn’t want to overreact. But, being in the apartment, the bedroom, it all made me so sick. How long had it truly been going on? I couldn’t help but think it was more than just that time. That’s when I decided to take a shower, get dressed and go out. I was going to drink my hurt feelings away. That was the idea, anyway. That is what happened, at first anyway. I was happily content by myself, drinking far too many White Russians. I wasn’t in the mood to socialise, I even made sure to sit in a darken corner. That didn’t stop a guy from asking if I minded company. I didn’t want to be rude, so I allowed it. At first we just sat and drank our drinks. Eventually we got to chatting, about nothing of importance. The more drinks we had, the more he started to flirt and get touchy. Knowing how angry I was at my ex, I didn’t care, I liked another man wanted to touch me. It was even my idea to get a hotel. He didn’t need to be asked twice. We left the bar and şişli escort found the nearest motel. When we got there, he paid for the room and the next thing I know, he is all over me. He unlocked the door and pushed me against the wall. The light never even came on. He became aggressive and rough, making me wet with excitement. His lips were everywhere, touching, kissing, biting, and licking all over me. I almost couldn’t keep up with how he moved. It was exciting and so very hot. The way his tongue pushed up inside my pink folds, tongue fucking me where I stood made me come hard. I had never had someone go down on me, while I was standing. It was erotically hot. When he needed to be inside me, he growled it in my ear. We moved to the bed, where I was suddenly on my hands and knees. My pussy dripping and ready to be touched, ached for him. The way he took my hips, steadying his self, before moving deeply inside me made me tremble. He began to embed himself inside me. Until he hit the hilt, he started to grind into me. It made me squeeze tightly around his thick cock. The orgasms came in floods. I don’t ever recall coming so hard before with anyone else. I lost count on the times he made me climax. When he finally joined in, he filled me to the deepest depths. *** “Thanks Doll,” he smiles at me lazily, taking a long drag of his cigarette. The swirls of the smoke, circle in light curls. “Now tell me, what’s your story? As great as last night was, you don’t seem like the type to have one-night-stands.” I look at him, before reaching out and taking his cigarette. I smile and take a long drag. The nicotine fills my lungs, before slowly blowing outwards. I start to tell him about last night, what happened and what I had walked in on. He listens quietly, nodding every so often. All the while, we share his cigarette. Once I’m done, he tells me I deserve better and that I did the right thing. I find out, the man I have had sex with is named Edward. He is thirty three and works as a paramedic. I’m grateful he seems to be decent. He isn’t much older than my twenty seven years of age. He tells me a bit about himself, telling me he doesn’t normally pick up women in a bar. He was having a bad day and needed a distraction. I tell him it seems that we both did. When the clock hits ten thirty, we both know we had to go, check out is at eleven. Neither of us wants to call it a day yet. So, we decide to grab breakfast, where we continue to talk. We talk more about what happened last night. Overall, we talk a lot about my relationship with my ex. Edward tells me he has been in a similar situation, years ago. He tells me he wishes he was able to get revenge on his ex. After exchanging phone numbers and breakfast being done, we part ways. I head back home, knowing I have to face my apartment sooner or later. I can’t help but think of what might have gone down in here, when I wasn’t around. Was it really mecidiyeköy escort just the one time? From what I could see, they seemed comfortable enough with one another. Nothing like you’d see from a onetime thing. Though, who am I to say? I felt comfortable with Edward, I had no idea who he even was. Maybe I was too hard on them. In the bedroom, I strip the sheets off the bed. I know I won’t keep them, not even washed would I want to sleep on them. I stuff them in a garbage bag and toss it outside. Regardless of what did go down, I wouldn’t take back my boyfriend. I just couldn’t ever trust him again. We have been dating over two years and everything I ever felt is now in question. Did he ever really feel the same about me? How could he cheat on me? We even talked about getting married. What we’d name our kids and dogs. We were serious about one another, or so I thought. The more I think about it, the angrier I become. I grab a new trash bag, and begin to throw all the stuff that reminds me of him, in it. How dare he waste two years of my life. How could he even think of fucking my best friend? Of course thinking of her just pisses me off more. How dare she! We’ve been friends half our lives. I always knew she had a slutty side, but to fuck her best friends’ man, hell no! What were they possibly thinking? Clearly they weren’t thinking of me when they fucked. I realise the tears are streaming fast and hard now. I am so beyond angry. How could I be so stupid? Once everything that reminds me of Matthew is packed, I make the bed with fresh, clean sheets. I drop onto it and cry myself to sleep. It’s only the middle of the afternoon, but I don’t care. I don’t want to deal with anything or anyone. I’ll be the typical girl, cry myself in a pint of ice cream, watch cheesy romantic films and walk around in my house robe. Around dusk, I hear the beep of my cell going off. An incoming text, not a call, I realise. I reach over and read it. It’s from Edward, who tells me he hopes I’m doing well. I had better not be crying and moping around, allowing my ex to have that power over me. I am better than that, he tells me. It makes me weep a little more. I know I shouldn’t feel sorry for myself. It makes me think of what Edward had said about his ex, about getting revenge on her. I wonder how he would have done that. Nothing I can think of can compare to what Matthew did to me. I want to seek my own revenge. Over the weekend, I don’t hear a single word from Matthew or my now former best friend. They must be in some hole, licking their wounds. But, that doesn’t last long, when Matthew tries to call me Monday evening. Work was hell, and hearing from him is the last thing I want to deal with. I don’t take his call, but I do listen to his voice mail. He apologises, telling me how sorry he is. He wants me to forgive him, to take him back. I’m shocked he thinks it would be so easy. When I don’t call him back, he begins to call more and more, soon followed by endless texts. He keeps telling me how sorry he is. He is willing to do anything to be back with me. As mad as I am at him, I can’t help but miss him. I was always under the illusion we were perfect. It is hard and conflicting not to just take him back. But, the idea of being with him after he has been inside my friend makes me sick. I haven’t even heard a single word from her. The little hussy! Edward and I talk, getting to know each other. It is mostly through text and calls, because his work life keeps him very busy. We do manage to hang out a few times. It is nice to make a new friend in all of this. A lot of me is building up the courage as to how he would have gotten revenge on his ex. It is something I want to know. *** It’s been a little over three weeks since I’ve been single. Three weeks of endless calls and texts from Matthew trying to get me to get back together. Him going on and on about how sorry he is and how much he wants to make things right. Three weeks of me getting to know Edward and making a new friend. Three weeks of me trying to cope with being single. “You should change your number, Abby,” Edward tells me. He can hear the vibration of the phone going off while we chat on call. “I have thought about it. Honestly, I’m surprised he hasn’t come by. I don’t know what I’d do if he did something like that. Maybe it is for the best.” “It might be. He hasn’t gotten the clue yet. He seems so sure of himself. He is a strange kind of person, wouldn’t you say?” Edwards’s voice is soothing, even with the deepness he has. “You know what, we should grab dinner later. I don’t work until midnight. What do you say?” “I’ll think about changing my number. It is just a pain in the ass to do. As for dinner, I say, I’ll see you at six, how’s that sound?” I can’t help but smile. “Works for me, Doll. I’ll come by and get you,” the sound of a lighter flicks as he speaks. The light inhale of him taking a drag of his cigarette distracts me for a second. “I’ll be ready. See you then.” I busy myself getting ready to go out. It is easy with Edward. I like hanging out with him. He helps me forget the crappy situation I’m in right now. He hasn’t pushed anything on me, he is just there. The few friends I do have, know I’ve broken up with Matthew. However, most don’t know what has happened. I just told them we decided to go our own ways. They can assume what they will about it. When Edward shows up, he is dressed causal, since he has to work later. Cigarette in hand, he gets out of the car and opens the door for me. He tells me how nice I look, even though I am just in jeans and a shirt. We decide to hit up a local spot, a place I’ve been to before. But, when we pull up, there outside on the street is Matthew and my former friend! They’re all over each other, like school aged kids. I quickly tell Edward to drive away. He doesn’t question it, not until we’re a safe distances from the restaurant. I explain to him who I saw, all the while, trying not to cry. I am tired of crying over a man who doesn’t care about me.