**Author's Note** This is my first story on the site. I hope you enjoy it. It is entirely fiction. Any similarities to real people are entirely coincidental, or so my lawyers tell me. Everyone in this story is above the age of 18.
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It was just another night at the house. I had recently woken up (I'm a third-shifter and so keep odd hours) and had started in on the mountain of dishes that was always left sitting for me. My plans were to watch some netflix, maybe paint a little, make a quick dinner, and generally relax. My live-in boyfriend wouldn't be home from his work for another six hours at least.
Covered in soap up to my arms, I heard a knock at the door. I dried off, walked to the front door, and checked the peephole. It was my ex boyfriend. Before I go on, this requires a little bit of backstory:
I was very very good friends with a couple that lived close by. We shared the same interests, the same group of friends, the same taste in a lot of different things. I suppose that I would consider them "best" friends. I was one of the only non-family members invited to their wedding, and I happily stood as her maid of honor. I also had the hots for her. Shelly and I kind of had a thing. They had an open relationship, and I had an open relationship - but only for other women.
I took advantage of this with Shelly. I loved her. She loved me. We dated, briefly, before my boyfriend decided he couldn't handle it.
There was a period of separation, before we both decided we missed each other and would carry on as friends. But no matter what we called it, the feelings were still there.
I knew that her husband, Chris, had the hots for me as well. Truthfully, I loved the attention I got from him, but didn't think of him that way - until one night when we were very drunk. We were flirting all night as we usually do. I was sitting next to him on the couch, but facing away from him and towards Shelly. At one point, and I don't remember exactly what was said to make this happen, he pulled me back to him by my hair and kissed me. Hard. Surprisingly, I found myself kissing him back with just as much enthusiasm. From that moment on, I began to look at him in a different light.
That night was a turning point for me. I had just cheated on my boyfriend, and started having feelings for another man. I already had feelings for this woman. Feelings between the three of us grew.
Eventually, we started to date. I was very upfront with them about not wanting to leave my boyfriend. I loved him and that hadn't changed. I knew one day I would have to make a choice, but didn't want to think about it. Chris became my Dom. He could dominate me in a way that no one else ever could and I was very very happily his submissive. Shelly never wanted to be included in our play, which was fine with me. My relationship with her was based on emotions and comfort - the physical aspect of it was there, but not nearly as much as with Chris. Shelly and I had fingered each other a few times, but that was it. The same with Chris. I had already gotten tested in preparation for fucking/oral sex with them. They had appointments, but it never got that far.
The night came when I had to make my choice. My boyfriend was getting too close to finding out about us. They didn't win. The night I told them this was both sad and amazing. We drank, we cried, we had one last night together. Chris and I sank into our natural roles as Dom and sub, and Shelly decided to try it out with me as well. She was also a natural Dom and found she really enjoyed it. That left leaving them so much harder. It broke my heart. I cut off all contact with them, and soon moved to a different apartment in town with my boyfriend. I never stopped thinking about them, but I knew that I had made the right decision, though I missed them every day. I especially thought about him and the experiences we shared and those that we didn't.
I knew that I could never speak with them again. If we ever rekindled our friendship, other things would eventually be rekindled as well. That couldn't happen.
But I couldn't forget them. So even though I knew I shouldn't have, right after Christmas I baked a bunch of cookies and left them by their apartment door with an Italian love song and an unsigned card. They never saw me. It's been a week. My boyfriend never knew about any of it, thank god.
Except now there he was. My ex, Chris, was knocking at my door. In the snow, slowing getting covered by it. I hardened my heart, put on my bitchiest face (if he thought I didn't care, perhaps he would leave and save us both), and opened the door. Blocking the way in, I asked him "what?"
"I found you."
"I see that," I said.
"I've been looking around town for you for days. Shelly saw your car come up this way, so I've been looking for you. I finally found the apartment complex, and I saw you through the window."
Damn. I knew I should have put those curtains up earlier. "Okay, I'll bite. Why were you looking for me?"
"To thank you."
"For what?" Had I hoped for this?
"The cookies. The card. Who else could it be from. We know it was you. Why did you send it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." I shouldn't be talking to him...
"Fine. You have no clue. Listen, I've locked myself out of my apartment. Shelly won't be home for a few hours. I know your boyfriend is at work right now. Can I come in?"
I moved away from the door.
"If you're going to stay for awhile, I'm going to change. I'll be right back." I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and tore off the old sweatpants and ripped shirt I had thrown on for my night alone. I know I shouldn't have, but I put on a very cute sweater, and jeans that made my small ass look amazing.
"You look really nice. Really nice," he commented as I came down the stairs. He had already made himself at home on my couch and looked quite comfortable. He had taken his long hair out of his ponytail. He hated it out, but I loved it and he knew it. Damn. This was not good.
We ran through the awkward chitchat that comes with speaking to an ex for the first time. Eventually, though, we ran out of things to say.
"Did you want something to drink?" I am nothing if not a good hostess, through thick and thin. I went to the kitchen to fix myself something.
"Water. Listen, let me ask you something. Do you have any regrets?"
"Some." I could never lie to him. I was hoping that one-word answers would suffice.
"About us?" he asked. Damn.
