Reminiscing 15

When I was dating my ex, I was a fucking wreck. He was emotionally abusive, and he took all of his anger out on me. Everything that went wrong in his life, he would twist into being my fault. When we were arguing bad one afternoon, I took it as something normal, something that everyone went through. I couldn't have been more wrong, but I was young and thought I knew love.

It was my first semester of college. I was never planning on cheating on my boyfriend. It was homecoming week, and all week, there was this guy who started talking to me in the frat that was going to homecoming with my sorority. I told him over and over again that I had a boyfriend, and he understood, but that didn't stop him from trying to kiss me or trying to grab my ass. I told my boyfriend what was going on even though we were fighting, but after the fight, we had the afternoon of the Greek wedding, I knew things were different.

I got ready for the night and wore a tiny black dress with black heels. I kept having to pull it down to ensure I wasn't accidentally flashing anyone. It was so cold that night, and I couldn't stop shivering. My boyfriend was texting me because we were still arguing. I kept responding. Everyone sat down for the start of the wedding, and I just decided to click my phone off and leave it. Things were so bad between us already, and I knew I needed to break up with him. We weren't that far apart, but I was scared to find out what he would do if I broke up with him in person. I knew I couldn't stay in this relationship that brought me so much pain.

After the wedding, everyone started drinking and partying at the frat house. I had to go to the bathroom, but there were somehow already girls puking in the bathroom and guys peeing in the sink. Because the guy who was into me lived in the house, I knew he had a bathroom I could use. I texted him, and he came over to lead me to his room and his bathroom. After I used the bathroom, I opened the door and saw him sitting in his chair with his bedroom door closed. My stomach flipped. I knew what he wanted, and I knew I wouldn't give it to him. I slowly walked over to his chair and stood in front of him.

"Why are you acting so off today, what happened?" he asked quietly. I went over to him and told him everything that was happening with my boyfriend. "You don't deserve that," he said. I looked at the ground, feeling sick to my stomach. This man was attractive, and he was telling me all I wanted to hear for the last two years of my life. "I don't know what's going to happen between us...but I can tell you that you should never be treated this way. I can tell how unhappy you are...I'm not going to tell you to break up with him because that's your choice...but you aren't happy...and that hurts me."

Tears started to fill my eyes. Suddenly, all I wanted was for this man to hold me while I sobbed and just forget about everything with my ex. "I know..." was all I could manage to get out. He just looked at me; it felt like he was staring into my soul. "I need to break up with him," I said quietly. I got my phone out of my purse and sat on his bed. I called my boyfriend, and I broke up with my ex. I was crying softly, and the new guy was wiping my eyes. I felt so guilty. I hung up on my ex, and I looked at him.

Who was I kidding? He was so attractive. He understood what I was going through. He was just so gentle with me; he wiped my eyes when I was crying, and he knew how I needed to be treated. Fuck it.

I leaned over and kissed him as passionately as I could, and he kissed me back. He started to pull up my dress before I could even understand what was happening. His fingers entered me as I gasped. He touched me in all the right places. He felt so good I didn't know what to do with myself. He laid me down and pinned my legs back so he could slide inside of me. I moaned the moment he slid inside. I couldn't control myself. I was a shaking, whimpering mess. It wasn't long until I was gripping his back and leaving scratches on his shoulders. "Was this worth breaking up with your boyfriend for?" he cooed as he pounded me. "Yes..." I whimpered. I started to cum, and I squirted all over him. He flipped me over so he could fuck me from behind. I started whining and moaning. I didn't care who heard what was going on. He came all over my ass, and he continued to fuck off and on for three hours.

I left around 3 am, and everyone had already gone home. I felt so good. I had left an abusive relationship, and I finally got what I wanted. I had left an abusive relationship that had brought me so much pain, and I finally felt like I was in control of my life. The man I had just had sex with made me feel so good. He made me feel so loved and seen and I knew that that was how I should feel with someone. Even though things ended with the new guy, I still have nothing but love for him because he made me leave a situation that I didn't have the strength to leave myself.