Back Around Again

BACK AROUND AGAIN

Author's Note:

This is a bit of a departure for me and more of an experiment, writing a story Bram Stoker style.

As always, all persons involved are over 18.

I hope you all enjoy!

Cindy's Diary Entry-March 4, 2014

I saw him!

I can't believe I actually saw him!

After all this time searching. Facebook, Google, Twitter; literally anything I could think of to find him, and it was completely by random.

To think I'd find him 1500 miles from where we first met, that I could just see him at a local restaurant, surrounded by friends and laughing it up. It's been five years since I'd seen him. Five years since I'd made the dumbest mistake of my life and four and a half years since I

realized

I'd made the biggest mistake of my life.

Oh, shit, you have no idea what I'm talking about! Let me start from the beginning.

My name is Cindy and as I write this, I'm 26 years old. I grew up very middle class in the United States and had what I consider to be a fairly stereotypical childhood. I was always pretty, being told so by my parents, relatives, and just random people as I went about my life.

As I entered High School, I was definitely an Alpha chick. Girls wanted to be me, and guys wanted to be seen with me. By the time I was a junior, I ruled the school.

Then I met Trevor. Trevor had just moved to the neighborhood and never saw me in that light. We were partnered up in a science class and he just treated me as regular girl. For three months, I hated him, him not giving me the respect and adoration I deserved!

Then something changed. What was initially an annoyance and arrogance as I saw it, turned out to be really hot. I mean insanely hot! I wanted him and wanted him to love me, every inch of me. I made it my goal to corral him and eventually, he fell to my charms.

He became my first real boyfriend, not just a dalliance I had with some random hot guy who was the flavor of the week. I noticed that with Trevor, I didn't have to put on a mask, I didn't have to pretend to be some hard bitch. I could be myself. He told me so many times that if I'd shown him that side of me from the beginning, we'd have gotten together a lot sooner.

We dated for the rest of High School and well into college, he eventually being the one I lost my virginity to in a romantic evening. Even though we went to different colleges, we were only an hour and a half by car away from each other, so we still saw each other all the time.

Then, right before my junior year was about to start, I made the mistake that'd haunt me for years afterwards. I somehow convinced myself that there had to be more out there for me then just Trevor. He was the only guy I'd been with and I wanted to play, to experiment, mix it up.

I told him that I wanted to take a break from our relationship so that we could really experience all that college had to offer. I could tell he was hurt, but he didn't fight it, knowing that there was no changing my mind. He kissed me on the cheek and left.

Until today, that was the last time I saw him. I did what I wanted. The last two years of college, I hooked up with plenty of different guys, even a few girls too. It was fun and exciting. But I also quickly realized that none of them matched up to the passion and pleasure I'd gotten from Trevor. By the time I graduated, I was done with playing around and wanted something stable. Something reliable.

I wanted Trevor back.

The problem was, I couldn't find him! He stopped using social media in college and none of our old friends could help, either they didn't know, or didn't want to help since I'd "broken his heart". His parents moved away by then and my family had no idea where they went.

So, I just settled into my life, alone. I got a job far away, hoping that a new city would ease my heartache. I dated, I worked, I tried to forget about my long, lost love, but it didn't help. I saw a shrink who told me to move on and find someone like him, but for me, no one matched up.

I was stuck.

Until today...

I was having dinner with some girlfriends, all of them either complaining about their boyfriends or wondering why they couldn't find good guys or girls to date. I was half listening as I took a sip of wine when I heard the laughter from another table.

I thought it was just an annoying group of drunk dudes at first, but then I saw him.

At first, I thought it was a look alike or a twin, but soon it was undeniable. It was him.

My Trevor!

My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would pound out of my chest. I couldn't stop staring, hoping he'd catch a glance of me. Once I realized he was too engrossed in his friends, I figured a bathroom meet would work best. I encouraged my friends to keep drinking as I saw him make his way toward the restrooms. I excused myself quickly, telling them I had to make a call so they wouldn't follow me.

I waited/stalked outside the bathroom waiting for the crucial moment he'd come out. I took a deep breath as I heard the door open and I bumped into him.

Trevor: Oh, shit! I'm sorry.

Me: No, it's fine...Trevor?

Obviously, I was feigning my vague recollection.

Trevor: Cindy...

He was obviously in an obvious state of shock.

Me: Oh, my God, how are you?

Trevor: I...I'm good, thanks. Hope you are.

Me: I am. Are you just visiting or...?

Trevor: No, I live here now.

He seemed a bit uncomfortable, but I thought it was super sweet.

Me: Wow, me too!

I was throwing my hands into the air in joy in my head, hearing that.

Trevor: Oh.

Me: We should catch up some time.

I was really trying not to sound thirsty, but still letting him know I wanted to see him.

Trevor: Uh...I guess...

Me: Cool! Maybe we can grab a coffee tomorrow?

Trevor: Uh sure...

Me: Great! How about the coffee shop on Marshall, five o'clock?

Trevor: Uhm, yeah, I think that'd work.

Me: Perfect, I'll see you there!

I was trying to dampen my enthusiasm, but not sure how well I was doing. I then proceeded to the bathroom to keep my rouse up, hoping that he saw me wiggle my ass as I left.

I immediately got in the stall and tried to slow my breath, completely overwhelmed that I'd found him! My heart was racing, and my panties were soaked. If I didn't have my friends waiting for me, I would've flicked my bean until it was raw!

I took another minute, gathered myself, splashed some water on my face and returned back to my table. I saw that Trevor kept looking over at my table and smiling. I tried not to look to eager or too excited to see him, but it wasn't working terribly well. I could feel my face getting redder and redder.

Thankfully, we left first, so I was able just to give him a friendly wave as we left that he returned.

As soon as I got into my apartment, I was jumping with joy! Without a second thought, I stripped off all my clothes, got on my bed, got out the dildo that I thought was closest to Trevor's size, and went to town! I'll probably get a noise complaint in the morning from the neighbors, but I don't care. I was moaning Trevor's name as I held in my mind all the tender moments we'd had. All the times we made love and he'd held me and kissed me.

After a few minutes, I had an explosive orgasm, drenching my toy in cream. I'm going to bed now, wondering how I'll be able to sleep thinking about tomorrow...

Cindy's Diary Entry-March 5, 2014

I had so many hopes for today...

I woke up thinking today was gonna be the culmination of all my prayers and my true chance of redemption. I would finally have Trevor back and would keep him forever this time.

I did still go to work and everything, but mostly I was thinking how I'd handle Trevor. Would I just try the light catching up first? Would I go straight into what an idiot I was?

I knew what my objective was. I wasn't gonna get him to take me back over one coffee, I knew Trevor too well for that. But if I could open the door, or convince him to get dinner with me, I knew I could show him that he could trust me again, that I'd never leave him again.

I got home from work early so I could look as good as possible. My hair was perfection, my outfit cute but not too sexy. I did my makeup and looked at the results in the mirror.

I was good looking as fuck!

I got to the coffee shop early, ensuring that I had a perfect table just for the two of us. I looked over the crowd walking by, each one hoping is my Trevor. I lost myself in a daze, dreaming about what our life together would be now. Long walks, children, pure love. I got lost in thought as I felt someone tap my shoulder.

Trevor: Cin?

Me: Oh, hi!

I immediately got up to give him a hug.

Me: Want me to get you a coffee?

Trevor: No, my girlfriend is getting it.

WHAT????!!!!!!!

Trevor's Journal Entry-March 5, 2014

I have to admit it was quite a shock seeing Cindy last night, having done my best over time to put all thoughts of her behind me. I was amazed. I don't remember most of the rest of the evening once I got home.

To remind anyone who might read this, Cindy was my high school sweetheart that I continued to date into college. Right before our junior year, she hits me with a bomb in that she wanted to see other people, to experiment.

My heart was gutted. I just kissed her on the cheek and walked away.

I spent the next few months after that in a daze, wondering what I could've done to get her to stay. Should I have agreed to an open relationship or something? Or was she just done with me?

After a few weeks, my sadness turned to anger. Fuck her! If she wants to whore around her school, let her. Then I realized she could've already been doing that, this just being the final straw. I went to the health center to get myself tested, thankful that all the tests came back negative.

I got through my last two years of college as quickly as I could, even taking summer classes so I wouldn't have to go home and see her. I hated her! I thought every horrible thought I could have toward a person on her.

Once I graduated, I moved far away from hometown, just so I'd never have to see her again, or even think about her. My friends and family didn't know why it broke me up so much, but I did. I'd seen Cindy and me going all the way. Alter, kids, old age; the whole thing. Probably unrealistic as I look back on it, but that's how I felt.

Then I met Veronica.

I hadn't expected it, like all great things that happen in life, but I was really glad it did. I was at a dinner party a work colleague held at her house and I was seated next to her friend, something I was later to learn was no coincidence.

To say simply that she's stunning doesn't do her justice. 5'5" with beautiful, darker toned skin befitting a Latin woman, dark eyes and hair, not to mention a body that would turn any head in the room.

For the first five minutes of the dinner, I was so intimidated by her I couldn't even get words together to properly converse. But she was just so friendly, warm, and inviting; that we were talking like old friends in no time.

It still took me about a month to ask her out on a date, and only after the aforementioned work colleague assured me that she would say yes. In the year and half since then, we've been inseparable. We've met each other's families and gotten along well all across the board. We were talking of moving in together into a new place. Life was good.

I was truly happy.

Then I saw Cindy.

To say that I was shocked when she bumped into me in the restaurant was an understatement. Even though it was just yesterday, I couldn't remember a single thing I'd said to her, other than agreeing to coffee.

Why did I do it?!

That was the only question I kept asking myself over and over again after I went home. Why did I agree to see or deal with the woman who'd torn my heart out?! Did I want to tell her off? Did I just want to put her behind me, like a ghost stalking the living through life? I didn't know.

As I do with most things, I called Veronica who immediately came over. She knew, of course, all about Cindy and the circumstances of our breakup. She suggested that she probably just wanted to be friends, get over the past and move on. It soothed me hearing those comforting words. Then she went the extra step further, for which I was extremely grateful.

She offered to come with me.

Cindy's Diary Entry-March 5, 2014-Continued

A GIRLFRIEND???!!!

He has a fucking girlfriend?!

And he brought her?!

Of all the scenarios that went through my head, the idea that he was already taken, never even entered my mind.

I thought maybe he'd tell me to fuck off, that he'd need time, or that we'd need to get to know each other all over again, but a girlfriend?!

When he told me, I tried to keep my poker face as placid as possible.

Me: Oh.

I was trying to keep my surprise to an absolute minimum

Trevor: Yeah, she heard we ran into each other and wanted to meet you.

He sat down and I saw the woman who was bring the coffee over. I had instant hate in my heart. I hated that she was pretty. I hated that she was dressed to show off every curve she had (D cups easily with an ass to match...FUCK) and a smile on her face. I quickly looked down to her left hand and didn't see a ring on there.

Thank GOD for that!

Trevor: Cindy, this is Vanessa.

I was seething, but also knew enough to know that I'd lose Trevor forever if I turned back into the brat he'd known when we first met.

Me: Hi! So, nice to meet you

I was trying to be friendly. At least appear to be...

I honestly don't remember most of the conversation the three of us had. I know we talked about Trevor and I's high school days, how him and Vanessa met, and what I'd been up to. The rest is all a blur.

The whole time, I saw Veronica's hands intertwined with his, the loving looks they gave each other. How my ears weren't burning red, I have no idea. The very thought that this bitch was gonna take my long, lost love from me set me on fire, internally.

On the surface, everything was light and pleasant. We caught up and I learned more about the pair. I asked about Vanessa and her likes and dislikes as a plan started to form.

Vanessa's Log Entry-March 5, 2014

I could see right through the bitch!

From the moment Trevor told be about running into Cindy, I knew one thing for certain. This cunt was gonna make a move on him.

What Trevor didn't know was that this wasn't the first time I'd had to deal with this. My boyfriend is so warm, kind, and caring; not to mention good looking, and he attracted women to him, completely unknowingly. I've had to stare down many a thirsty ho who wanted to take my horse out for a ride.

Of course, he never knew of this, Trevor was too nice and trusting for that. I knew he would never purposefully lead a girl on or do anything that could be thought of as cheating. He's far too loyal for that.

But Cindy was a new wrinkle. We're getting ready to move in together. He's probably getting ready to put a ring on it, and this woman just strolls back in from the depths of Hell?!

I knew all about their past and how her stupid ass dumped him, all so she could whore around unabated. Now that she'd had her brains fucked out by God knows how many guys, she was ready for him again?!

FUCK THAT SHIT!!

There was no way I wasn't gonna go with him, of course couching it in the framework of being supportive. While that was partially true, I also wanted her to know what she was up against. I wore a nice dress that flattered my boobs and ass well, but not overly showy.

When we got there, I ordered the coffees for us while he went to say hi, mostly so I could get a look at her and plan my defense. I had to admit she was cute, blond hair, perky looking tits that looked to be only slightly smaller than mine, and a tiny, pert ass.

I could tell she was dressed to impress too, wanting to put her best foot forward for him. I knew the play to make.

Be nice. Be friendly. Keep my hands on my man, and not give an inch.

I screwed on my best smile as I approached their table, Cindy still clearly a little off-balance that I was there.

GOOD!

I asked questions about their growing up and their times together, trying to be light and free. She was very polite and accommodating toward me, but it was all a show, I'm sure. She didn't want to seem like a dismissive, petty bitch, at least not around Trevor.

Trevor then invited her over for a dinner party we were having next week.

I could've killed him!!

My hope was that they'd have a nice chat, catch up, she'd realize she lost him, and would move on. But Trevor's heart was too good for that.

Damn it...

Now she'd meet our friends AND know where he lived. I couldn't get mad at him for it though. He probably doesn't see what she's after.

But then again...

Trevor's Journal Entry-March 5, 2014-Continued

At first, I thought Cindy might be a little put off with me bringing Vanessa, but to my surprise, the two got along fairly well. It's always worrying when two women you've slept with meet up. Mostly, I was worried that they'd be dogging me most of the time, all my foibles and what not.

I had to admit that as much pain and anguish she caused me, it was actually nice to catch up with her. It felt like I was finally going to be able to put the past firmly behind me, so I could move forward with Vanessa. By the end of the coffee, I thought the two were actually well on their way to being firm friends, which kinda delighted me.

I even invited Cindy to our dinner party, thinking this could be a real turning point for me. Finally let the past die and move on as adults. I'm gonna go to be finally able to put the past to rest!

Cindy's Diary Entry-March 5, 2014-Continued

He gave me an in!!!

Even with his admittedly pretty girlfriend sitting right there, he still wants to make a new connection with me! If I wasn't so classy, I'd have rubbed it all in her face, but I feel that'll come later when I take back what is rightfully mine!

Now I can show him that I'm the best way forward for him, not that skanky bitch he's with. We grew up together, we know each other, we fell for each other first and heavily. Now, I just need to rekindle those embers and show him that his true future lies right back where it started, with me.

I can't wait for next week...

Vanessa's Log Entry-March 14, 2014

Everything was set up perfectly in Trevor's apartment. The lamb was cooking, and all the sides look amazing. I'm looking over my handiwork, thankful for the fact that my grandmother taught me to cook. The charcuterie board looks inviting and tasty. All the wine and drinks are ready. His place looks spotless.

Once I was sure everything was GTG, I went to the bathroom and gave myself a once over, knowing that blond cunt was coming.

Since last week, I'd decided to turn disadvantage into advantage. If he insisted on her coming here, I'm gonna show her all of what he has now. I'm wearing a form fitting dress that shows every wonderful curve I have. My makeup is perfect, and I had my hair and nails done yesterday.

I looked myself up and down and smiled at my reflection.

Me: Damn, I'm hot...

As I mumbled to myself, I almost felt sorry for the dumb slut who let Trevor get away.

Trevor: Babe, you almost ready? Gracie and Annie are on their way up.

Me: Be right there...

I couldn't help but smile as I went out to go greet our friends.

Cindy's Diary Entry-March 14, 2014

This had to go perfect.

I fretted all week about striking the right look. I needed to look hot, but not thirsty. Made up, but not overdone. I had to remember that this was a dinner party among "friends".