This story is mixed with fiction and reality. Though it's in first person, it's not my own story. Protection was used when necessary, but is not mentioned for the flow of the story. Names have been changed.
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Prologue
"Please call me at every stop, and when you get there. I'm going to be a nervous wreck with you driving so far alone," I said, the tears beginning to form.
My boyfriend Alex was leaving Texas to go to Florida to live with his grandparents. He'd lost his job a few months ago, and simply couldn't make ends meet on his own anymore, so he was leaving to get back on his feet with some help... and I was useless.
Alex and I had been together for three years. Our jobs and apartments were in different towns about thirty minutes away from each other, so we couldn't live together, but we'd spent every possible minute together since before we'd even started dating. I wasn't sure what in the world I'd do without him. I mean... from Texas to Florida... that's not your average every day trip.. I couldn't up and leave to see him whenever I wanted.
He saw the tears in my eyes slowly forming, and brought me in for a hug, "Carrie..." he mumbled into my hair, "Don't... Don't cry. This is hard enough for me.. please don't cry. I'll be back as soon as I can get the money. You have to know this is the only way... You can't afford to support me, and I can't find a job here.. I'd love to take you with me, but we know that can't work. Just be strong for me."
I sniffled into his chest, and nodded, doing my best not to let my tears spill over. He tilted my chin up, and kissed me the way I loved to be kissed.
Alex was not the most gorgeous guy you've ever seen. A tall, thin frame under dark hair and glasses made up your average looking Joe. There was nothing really extraordinary about his looks, but dear Lord the man could kiss like a god. It was like he knew exactly how to make me melt.
He kissed me, closed mouthed, then slowly, his lips opened to mine, and his tongue came to explore mine as his hands came to caress my hips. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before his lips moved to my ear, "Just remember last night. It's a fond memory for us to part with. And I'll be back at least to visit before you know it."
I shivered and blushed at the thought of the night before. Alex and I had our share of sexual adventures, but that night had been the most amazing thing I'd ever experienced. We'd made love...like never before. It was slow and sensual, moving in one motion together.. He'd whisper my name as I'd moan his, our chests meeting as we kissed, and our hips connecting as he moved through me, pushing and pulling... And when we came... it was like a tide washing over me, enveloping me. I'd never felt anything so strong in my life.
It was certainly a night to remember... a night who's memory would be my companion for many nights to come... too many. It would be so hard to be alone after having that sort of connection. I was sure I'd go crazy without him.
I hugged him closely, again, breathing him in, nearly unwilling to let him go. He kissed the top of my head, then tilted my head again to kiss my lips. Tears began to form again, and one strolled down my cheek. He sighed against my lips and whispered, "You know I love you."
I nodded and found a weak voice, "I love you too."
He glanced down at his watch, then back up at me, a pained expression on his face, "It's time for me to go, babe.."
I simply nodded in defeat, and he kissed me again before getting in his car. The window down, he looked at me and said, again, "I love you. I'll call you at every stop, and when I get there. I promise... I love you."
"I love you, too." I held my head up, determined not to cry again until he'd left. He already felt bad enough for having to go.
He pulled away slowly, then drove off, headed for the highway. I stood alone in front of his apartment complex, the wind pushing me toward my own car.
I sat down, the steering wheel burning my hands, the car's heat nearly suffocating. Without even turning the car on, I just sat and stared. I wasn't crying anymore. Had this been a sudden thing, I probably would have been, but we'd been discussing it for a while. It wasn't a shock.. yet it didn't seem real. Not real at all
Chapter 1
It turned out not to be all that bad. Of course I missed Alex, but there was nothing either of us could do about that. He was working on finding a good, stable job, and I was waiting on him to come home. We talked nearly every night before bed.
Sometimes it resorted in fighting.
"How's the job hunt goin' babe?" I asked one night, my intentions completely innocent.
"Well.. I still haven't found anything. I've been applying, but no calls... no interviews.."
I sighed into the phone, my disappointment clear. I hesitated, then quietly asked, "Babe..have you thought anymore about... college or trade school? I just seems to me that..."
It was then his turn to sigh, he interrupted me with the same old argument, "Carrie, you know how I feel about that. My dad didn't go to college.. Neither did my grandfather. College isn't for me, babe... it was great for you, but I don't think I could do it."
"Alex... your dad packs his wife and your brothers in his mother-in-law's double wide. And your grandfather was in the military, and is now retired... that's completely different. You could do it if you want the money bad enough..."
"Stop, Carrie. We've talked about this. I told you I can do just fine without spending all the kinds of money you spent on college. Yeah, you have a great job, but for what price? Nearly every dime you make goes back to college loans, and the rest on rent."
"Well at least I still have a rent to pay," I mumbled. I knew it was a cheap shot, but it hurt when he talked down to me like that. Of course, my retaliation only made things worse.
A heavy sigh, then silence came from his end before he muttered, "I'm just gonna go, Carrie. I'm really tired. I love you. Good night."
The click of the phone sounded before I could even reply.
Other times, it ended in phone sex, which was the preferred alternative on my part.
"What are you wearing," he'd asked me teasingly.
I giggled and reply, "Hmm.. what do you want me to be wearing?"
"Nothing would be nice."
"Well, what a coincidence," I teased, my voice getting huskier, "I just happen to be wearing exactly that."
"Mmmm...I wish I could see. I miss your body, baby. Your pretty little mouth.. neck.. nipples... I love sucking your nipples baby...and your clit..."
By this time, my hands were caressing my sex over my panties, and I could feel my heat and wetness mingling there. He heard my breaths become heavier, knowing exactly what I was doing on my end of the phone.. where my little fingers were touching.
"That's it baby... Touch yourself for me... Think of my hard cock pressed against you... the way you stretch to let me inside you... the way I make you cum."
I sighed as my fingers moved inside my panties to touch my wet pussy, my fingers gliding in between my silky slit.
"Oooh, Alex.." I purred.
"Yeah, baby.. Tell me how it feels.. What exactly are you doing?"
It took a minute for me to get it out, but finally I said, "Mmm... Touching myself... It feels good baby.." My fingers were beginning to open me up, my hole beginning to squeeze on my middle finger.
"Mmmm... what are you thinking of?"
I gasped into the phone, my mind on the night before he left, "How deep you were inside me.. before you left... Mmmm, Alex..."
"Ohh yes.. Just thinking about that night gets me hard.."
I continued my moaning as he whispered dirty things to me and stroked himself. I ended up moving a second finger inside me, and petting my clit with my other hand, my growing excitement obvious to him. His breathing became heavier, and soon I let out a loud moan mixed of curses deities along with his name.
"Mmmm..." his sleepy voice drifted over the phone, my eyes also getting heavy, "Love you..."
"You too..."
It was nights like those that my loyalty to him was never questioned. Nights that I remembered how close we were... how I really did love him.
Soon, though, I became restless. I missed him, and I missed sex. Not even just sex, but touching someone. I'd been nothing but loyal to him the entire three years of our relationship...but had the time come to end it?
Alex had been my first real relationship. Sure I'd been with a couple of guys from high school through college, but nothing serious had ever come of it. He was the first guy who I could call my boyfriend and never question whether or not it was true.
Not that I'm just a beauty queen. I have sort of a strange look about me. I'm rather short, about five feet and two inches, which gives me a petite body with short, shapely legs, full hips, and a small/medium sized chest. I have short spiky black hair that's feminine, but quirky, and blue, mischievous eyes. I suppose you'd call me cute rather than pretty or sexy.
I was contemplating my situation with Alex one day when I went into work. I worked at a music recording studio in Austin as a back up singer, and pianist. I'd went to college for vocal and piano performance, and scored the best job in the world where I got to sing and play all kinds of music, both types I knew well, and types I got to learn along the way.
"Carrie, I need a favor," I turned to see Chad Newlan. Ooh Chad. Chad was a tall, sort of skinny (but that's my type) guy with this amaaazing dark sexy hair over these sexy mysterious eyes, and slightly scruffy facial hair, a killer smile, and full, perfect lips. Just looking at him got me hot... even though it shouldn't.
There was quite a bit of history where Chad and I were concerned. We had basically grown up together going through elementary, jr. high, and high school together. We separated schools in college, though we'd both stayed in Austin.
