Things were like this on and off for a few weeks. He promised me after that night that he would never sleep with Kobe again. I believed him because I didnât want to think that after that night that he and I shared heâd still sleep with that girl. As a result of it, our relationship got a lot better, we had sex a lot more, and I actually felt the love I had for him grew. I couldnât believe that even after all the stress that he had caused me, he had come back to me, his rightful owner. But it all turned out to be a lie.
Now we came back to the beginning of the story where I walk in on him and her sleeping in our bed. Instead of screaming and acting like a fool, I just decided Iâd come back later when I knew that there wasnât a possibility that Iâd get a knife and stab him. The smile she had on her face, whether from pleasure because of the fucking he was giving her or at my pain, was etched in my mind as I walked. I couldnât let this continue. I now only had two choices: either Iâd break up with him and still stay in New York or Iâd go back home to Georgia. I felt it best to leave go back home and start all over. As I started to think this, tears welded up in my eyes and I started crying like a little girl. I just kept sobbing and sobbing and I felt like I couldnât stop. I kept walking and crying until I got back to our apartment building and instead of going inside, I sat on the stairs outside and kept bawling my eyes out. After about 10 minutes of this, I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I was so frightened that I screamed and accidentally hit the person in the face. Hard. When my heart finally stopped beating at 100 miles an hour, I took a good look at who it was. It was him. I was going to apologize at first, but now that I knew who it was, I didnât feel too sorry. He grabbed his nose and I saw a little blood drip from in between his fingers.
As much as I hated him right then, I couldnât stand watching him bleed. I grabbed his wrist and heard him groan softly. I pulled him inside of our apartment and walked straight to the bathroom. I took a clean washcloth and wet it a little with water, moved his hand, and proceeded to clean up his bloody nose. I didnât want to look at him but I couldnât help it. He stared at me straight in the eyes and I thought I saw a tear but he quickly sucked it up. We sat in silence the whole time, and when I was done, I simply put the cloth down and walked out of the bathroom. I went into our bedroom and took a suitcase and started to fill it with my stuff. I didnât want to stay there any longer then I had to. I heard the water running and figured he was washing the blood off of his hand. He finished and walked into the bedroom. When he saw me packing, I thought he was going to ask me what I was doing. But he didnât. He just came and sat down next to my suitcase as I continued to pack.
âSo, youâre going back?â
âYep.â
âDonât you want to hear my excuse?â
âNope.â
âAre you going to be all right?â
âYeah, eventually.â
He sighed heavily and sat there and watched me. I was the girl that he came back to whenever he wanted a fuck. I was the girl that was supposed to take his shit and smile. I was the girl that was supposed to love him no matter what he did. Not anymore. I wanted to let him know that we were over for good.
âWhen I go back, donât call me anymore.â
âLook, baby, please letâs talk.â
â âLetâs talk?â You want to talk? Whatâs there to say? âOh, Iâm sorry I fucked your used to be best friend again. Iâm sorry I broke your heart. But I couldnât help myself. She let me cum anywhere I wanted to. She let me put my dick wherever I wanted to.â â
He was a little stunned and just sat there on the bed. He knew that I was right. And I planned on letting him know how right I was.
âYouâre a fucking asshole, you know that? Youâre a manipulative bastard and I hate you so much. I left my home my family, my friends, everything just for you. And I moved up here. Although I didnât know anyone up here but you, I moved up here. I felt lonely most nights because youâd be out with your friends and never where you were supposed to be. Here. And then there was finally the icing on the cake. The one friend I really made, you fucked! Do you understand? YOU FUCKED HER! How would you have liked it if I sucked and fucked your friends in front of you? How would you have felt if I had taken your heart and balled it up as if it didnât matter?â
He looked away from me and looked down at the ground. This pissed me off beyond belief. I grabbed his face and forced him to look me in the eyes.
âDonât you fucking look away from me when Iâm talking to you! Youâre going to hear everything I have to say. Donât you fucking call me anymore! No emails, no letters, nothing. I donât ever want to admit to myself that you were something to me. You are nothing to me anymore!â
Before he could think about what I had said, I grabbed my suitcase and walked out the door. He didnât even bother to call me to come back. He knew I was right and that he had fucked up. The one good thing that he had, he had fucked up. And there was nothing he could do to make it right. I couldnât leave New York that night because I didnât have a plane ticket and I didnât drive. But I was going to stay in a hotel for a couple of days so I could withdraw from school and make sure everything was in order before I left. I went to the corner of our street and tried to hail down a cab. One finally stopped and I got in. I told the driver where to take me and he started the meter. As he drove away from my soon-to-be-old apartment building, I looked out the window and saw him standing at the door. I also saw him crying.
I got to a hotel and got a room and went inside to figure out if this is what I really wanted. Did I really want to leave the man I loved? Even though he had hurt me, I still cared for him.
âHow stupid can you be? He hurt you and you want to go crawling back. Maybe you deserve what heâs done. Youâre so weak that you canât tell him no. Well, enough is enough.â
I hadnât realized that I was talking to myself and had finally told myself what I really needed to here. I was so stupid to even consider to wanting to go back to him. My heart couldnât take that kind of pain anymore. No matter how much I loved him, I couldnât do it anymore. I laid down and kept thinking about what I wanted and I felt myself falling asleep.
That night I had a dream about him. I dreamt that he and I were at the apartment. All around were lit candles and it felt so warm in there. We were both naked and we were just sitting there kissing and touching each other. Everything was really good until I saw a shadow out the corner of my eye. I looked and saw Kobe standing there completely naked as well. He looked from me to her and back to me. He leaned over and it appeared as if he was going to kiss me, but instead he spoke.
âIâve decided I want Kobe. I love the way she moves on my dick I love the way she makes me feel. You canât hold a candle to her in any way, shape, or form. I told you all that stuff just so youâd stay with me because I needed a backup plan in case anything happened. But now I have her and I donât need you anymore. So, fuck off.â
I watched as he got up and went over to her and they started kissing. One of his hands reached around to pull her closer to him while the other hand reached down and he started rubbing on the outside of her pussy. He shoved in 2 fingers and began fingering her. Just like that night in the living room, I felt stuck, like I couldnât move. I watched as he kept playing with her pussy. He did this for awhile then lifted her up and placed her right onto his hard dick. She wrapped her legs around him and started pounding away at her pussy. She was bouncing up and down on it and I could hear her moans and groans. I felt my anger start rising and instead of sitting there and watching them, I got up and pulled her off of him by her hair. She screamed and fell down on the floor and as I started to beat the hell out of her, he just stood there and watched. When I was done with her, I turned around and kicked him in the crotch and started beating the shit out of him. I was feeling pretty good, letting out all my angry and my hurt all over these two. When I was done, I spat on the both of them and told them that could both kiss my ass and go to hell. I smiled and victory when suddenly I heard ringing.
I woke up realizing that it was my cell phone going off and got up slowly to fish through my purse and find it. I finally found it and looked down at the caller ID to see who it was. It was him. I dropped the phone on him and turned off my phone. What about donât call me didnât he understand? I didnât really care and turned around to look at the clock. The read numbers told me it was 3:30 a.m. I was pissed because he had woken me up from a good dream and laid down to try to go back to sleep and possibly have that same dream again. After tossing and turning for over half an hour, I finally got up and went to go take a shower.
I undressed and stepped inside the tub and turned on the hot water. I turned it to just the right setting and slowly let the water fall over me. It felt good and refreshing. I hadnât felt this good in awhile and I didnât want this feeling to go away. I didnât notice it but the better the water was feeling, the closer my hand was creeping toward my pussy. I slowly spreading my legs and rubbed my slit from the front to the back, over and over. I started feeling better and better and as I slowly slipped two fingers inside of me. I leaned back against the bathroom wall and started fingering myself harder and faster, pinching my nipples and moaning softly. When I reached up and rubbed my clit, thatâs when my pussy decided it couldnât take it anymore and I exploded all over my hand. It was a quick but fulfilling orgasm and I was so happy that I had done it. I finished taking a shower then stepped out to dry myself.
As I was getting dressed again, I started thinking about the first night he and I had had sex since this whole thing had started. I remembered how good it felt, even if it was a lie, to be wanted. And I remembered how he told me that he wanted me to have his baby. I looked down at my stomach and rubbed it a little.
âWhat if I really am pregnant?â
That thought tantalized me a little. I donât think that Kobe had known about what he had told me. But I wondered what if she did. A smile formed over my lips and I decided that that morning I was going over to her house and give her the good news.
When I got there, it was about 9 a.m. She hadnât left because I as I approached her door I could hear that the television was on. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. No response. I waited there from a couple of seconds and I knocked again. No response once again. I was about to knock for a 3rd time when I heard someone taking steps towards the door. I stepped back a bit when the door opened and some Asian guy answered in nothing but gray sweatpants. He wasnât bad looking. He was about 5â8, dark brown eyes, blond tips with black roots, a nice 6-pack, and a chest that looked hard to the touch. He smiled and it looked as if he licked his lips at me. I smiled back and began to speak.