Anonymous said: Story request bc nothing turns me on like your writing!: a college girl cheats on her long term boyfriend with a friend bc she isn't satisfied by her man. She breaks off the affair only to run into him again a year later in a bar. She can't help but go home with him and take out all the sexual frustration she's been building since it ended.
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I still remember Jesse and the way he smelled like aftershave and cigarette smoke. It's been over a decade since I was in college, and he was my vice, but nothing in the present seems to grip me the way that he did, and nothing I am doing now makes me feel okay about the way things ended. I'm always thinking that maybe if I had played my cards differently, we would still be together, basking in each other's warmth. I still remember the way our tangled bodies slept in his king-sized bed and the ache he left inside of me when he left.
I had a boyfriend at the time I met Jesse. He was friends with my boyfriend, Troy, and that was how I met Jesse in the first place. I walked into the cafeteria at the college we went to and looked around for Troy to flag me down. I made my way to the table where he and Jesse were sitting. I couldn't believe the visceral reaction I had to Jesse the moment our eyes met for the first time. I felt like my heart was beating too fast for my chest, and I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to breathe. I realized I was holding my breath as Troy introduced us.
"Hi," I tried to shake Jesse's hand without alerting Troy to the fact that my body was already aching for Jesse. He was the hottest guy I had ever seen in my entire life, his dark hair longer than it should have been. I was used to the clean-cut type, like Troy, but Jesse wasn't clean cut. He looked dangerous with his pack of cigarettes on the table next to him. I imagined his body would be sexy, even though his clothes were loose enough that I couldn't tell what he really looked like underneath them. I was pretty much a good girl, and I knew that it was cliche of me to like a guy like Jesse, but I couldn't help it. He was a bad boy, and I liked that.
"Hi," Jesse stood up to shake my hand, and our eyes met in that way that I would later learn signified attraction between two people. I wasn't sure if he liked what he saw when he looked at me. I had always been self-conscious about my freckled face and long, red hair. I knew some guys wanted redheads, but I also knew that many didn't. I had been made fun of in school for being too tall and having red hair. It had left wounds that still festered inside of me.
"This is Jesse, the guy I've been telling you about, Sharlyn," Troy grabbed me and pulled me in for a hug as if he was marking his territory. We had been dating for almost a year at that point. I was in my sophomore year, and Troy had been the first guy to show a real interest in me when I moved into the dorms. I had fallen for his dark, olive-colored complexion and his winning smile. He was a foreign exchange student, and we both knew that things between us would probably be temporary because he would return to the United Kingdom, where he had been living for the past ten years with his family. He was originally from Fiji, which was on the opposite side of the planet from where we were attending college in the United States. I had fallen for his exotic Islander accent. He spoke five different languages, and I was so interested in how different he was that we quickly became a couple.
I was happy with Troy that entire year, right up to the moment I met Jesse. Suddenly, his American features became attractive to me, and I wondered if the sexual chemistry that I was feeling with him was real or if it was just part of my imagination. I sat with both of them that day, trying to grapple with my intense feelings. How could I feel so strongly for Jesse when I had been in a serious relationship with Troy for so long?
"What's wrong, Sharlyn?" Troy asked, his slight accent still sexy as his question hung in the air.
"I'm just feeling a bit off today, I guess," I tried to explain. How do you tell your boyfriend that you are struggling with being faithful now that you have met their new friend? I simply couldn't say anything about it, not in front of Jesse.
"You know what I do when I'm feeling off?" Jesse asked, playfulness in his eyes.
"What?" I asked, barely able to stand the way my body was responding to Jesse's presence.
"I have tons of sex," he smiled widely. "I'm sure Troy will take care of that for you." Jesse took a sip of the tall drink in front of him. It was probably a beer from the pub, which was an excellent amenity.
"I've got you covered, baby," Troy agreed.
"That's not a bad idea," I mused, smiling a naughty smile at Jesse that Troy didn't catch. I saw Jesse's eyes grow wide, but I knew now that he had gotten my message. I wanted to fuck him, and I didn't care if I was cheating.
"It's time for me to get to class," I announced, standing up from the table suddenly.
"I have to get to class, too," Jesse added. "Which way are you walking? Troy, I'll see you on Wednesday, right? Fight night?"
"Of course, you will!" Troy and Jesse did a fist bump, and I paused to give Troy a hug and kiss before Jesse walked me to my next class. I never made it to that class. As we were walking, there was tension between us. We made polite conversation, and I was going to just pretend like everything was normal.
"Sharlyn, stop for a second. I need to ask you something serious."
"Okay, I paused, my book bag heavy on my shoulder. Jesse looked so fucking hot, his brown eyes focused on my face in the most desperate way. He wanted me and so I let it happen. I wanted him too. I let him kiss me. My book bag dropped from my shoulder and hit the ground with a thud. I wrapped my arms around Jesse's neck and let his tongue move into my mouth. I forgot that I had a boyfriend, and I let myself go, allowing Jesse to take me away to another place, one where all that existed was us.
