I loved him. I knew that I did. There was no way to really doubt it. I was just bored. Yes, bored. I had been with him for nearly four years after all. We had been together longer than many married couples are nowadays and I wanted to stay with him; perhaps for the rest of my life for all I knew. We met at the beginning of my college career, he had graduated by this point and I was finishing up a year later than I had planned to. We stayed in the area for each other, we had moved in together, we still had great sex and we still cared deeply for one another. There was just one problem – I was bored and then there was this other guy.
I had always promised myself I would never cheat on him – no way. I had been in probably five prior relationships and I kid you not, every single one ended with the guy cheating on me. I knew how much it hurt; I will never forget the horrible pain that I carried in my heart and soul for weeks and months after the break-ups. No, I would not cheat on him. For one reason or another though, I did. I was pulled in; the nasty grip of passion took a hold of me. I felt as if I could never forgive myself.
Maybe it is all better told from the beginning...
His name was Hansen, I met him my senior year of college in a class. I did not know his name at the time. It was not until that summer, while we were on a study abroad trip in Peru that I would actually get to know him on a name to name basis. It was a short study abroad trip and I knew during the trip that I had some fleeting feelings for him. He was kind of cute in the way that I liked guys – a bit bearish if you will – he reminded me of my boyfriend mixed with my best friend's boyfriend. Odd combination, but true. We did not see each other from July until September. September, school started up again, and we saw each other on a day to day basis.
We hung out together, we talked quite often and we often flirted with one another mercilessly and shamelessly. I had an enormous crush on him, needlessly I assumed that he had the same feelings for me, but I still loved my boyfriend – Jonah. I knew that I wanted no relationship with Hansen, although being extremely attractive in my eyes, the things that he did and his reluctance for any sort of change completely turned me off. I knew that he would not be able to treat me the way that I wanted a man to treat me, but I often fantasized about the sort of sexual contact that we would have. The two of us had amazing chemistry socially. During our flirting sessions we made extremely lewd jokes and he talked about things that I had only ever dreamed of Jonah doing with me. However, for all I knew, it was just talk and he was complete and utter shit in the sack.
It was the beginning of October. Jonah was busy with work and became rather irritable and stopped talking with me on the friendly basis that he used to. I started becoming desperate and although I promised myself that I would not cheat, I could not shake the nightly dreams and fantasies that would dart in and out of my mind involving Hansen and me.
Friday finally came after a very long week, Hansen and I were sitting in one of the quieter student study areas on the campus with a couple other friends. We were all talking amiably and teasing with one another until Hansen decided that he needed to take a cigarette break outside on one of the terraces. Normally, I am a complete stickler for smoking, I loathe it, one of the many reasons why I could not bring myself to the idea of actually being with Hansen, he was a guy who smoked a pack a day and was not about to give up anytime soon. Instead, on this Friday, I followed him out to the terrace and stood with him as the cold fall wind whipped past our faces.
I stood downwind of his smoking and we joked with one another. My heart was racing a million miles a minute, I knew what was going to come, I could not hold it in any longer – even though I really wanted to.
"So Hansen..." I said with a smile on my face, "I've been thinking lately, that if I were to have a friend with benefits it would totally be you." He looked at me square in the eyes and blew smoke out from between his lips.
"Really?" he asked, his eyes narrowed slightly. I bit my lip nervously and nodded. "Well, don't get me wrong Autumn, I think that you're really cute, but you have a boyfriend." I nodded.
"I know, I know," I said, "which is why I could obviously never act on it. I just...I guess I wanted to tell you."
"I'm flattered," he said taking another drag from his cigarette. I nodded and we stood in awkward silence for the rest of his cigarette. We then turned back around and went back inside to re-join our friends – my heart was still racing.
It was not for another month that the subject of the "friends with benefits" was brought up again. It was probably mid-November and we had just gotten out of our two-hour-long night class. Usually after this class, a bunch of us would go out to eat or drink or something that would provide us with some activities to unwind. This particular evening it was him, me and three other people from the class. For whatever reason, we decided that it would be best to go to his apartment and smoke some weed (weed: another reason I could not picture myself being with him for a long time).
I sat next to him on his dilapidated couch, I opted not to actually smoke – I knew that the smoke in the air would get me plenty high. We sat around in a circle, pulled out the drugs and started to unwind from the night. Within no time, I was happy. I had a goofy grin on my face and we were all giggling and saying stupid things to one another.
Slowly, one by one, our friends began to leave Hansen's apartment until it was just him and me, sitting side by side, watching Comedy Central and slightly stoned. I turned to him and immediately felt the electricity sparking between the two of us. I smiled and started to slowly move closer to his warm body. He looked over at me, stoned look on his face and sighed.
"You're so cute," he said. He was impossible for me to resist. I slowly put my hand on his thigh, he only continued to look at me, he made no move to push me away or tell me 'no'. I slowly leaned in towards his face and he leaned towards mine. He smelled like the weed that we had just smoked and there was a lingering scent of chocolate. I fell into him and our lips met fiercely. I breathed in sharply and held my breath. My eyes closed dreamily and I felt as if I was sinking deep down into his couch. His hand cupped my chin and he deepened the kiss, our tongues briefly met before I quickly pulled away, my eyes wide in shock, guilt immediately rushing through my entire body. I covered my mouth in shock and stared into Hansen's dreamy blue eyes, slightly bloodshot from the pot.
"Oh my god..." I gasped, staring at Hansen.
"Wow," he said with a silly smile.
"I think that I need to go home," I said quietly, standing up. Hansen made no move to stop me as I grabbed my purse, keys and walked out his door.
Things were awkward for a while again between the two of us. I did not tell Jonah about the incident between the two of us. I knew that he would be extremely upset about it, and I did not think that it had really been that big of a deal. After all, we were high and it had been a hard night.
It was not for another couple of months that we were comfortable flirting with one another again, but of course, we were back where we started in January. It was a Friday night; I had invited a bunch of my friends over to my apartment because Jonah was out of town for the weekend for his job. We were sitting around in my living room drinking beer and mixed drinks and I was definitely intoxicated. Again, Hansen was sitting next to me. I was starting to feel sleepy, and one by one, my friends began to take their leaves as the hours passed.
My eyes closed sleepily and I leaned against Hansen's shoulder.
"How are you feeling?" I asked him.
"Drunk," he replied rubbing his thigh.
"Yeah," I said sleepily, "me too." I sighed and opened my eyes as a commercial for "Girls Gone Wild" came on the TV. "Do you want to stay here for the night?"
"Nah, I can probably drive home," Hansen said, slowly moving his hand to my thigh. I barely noticed and I certainly did not care. My libido was skyrocketing.
"No, stay here," I insisted, "I'll pull out the futon and you can sleep here for the night."
"Or I can sleep in there with you," he said nodding towards the bedroom. My heart jumped, I jumped awake. I looked him square in the eye, he was earnest.