Here's another submission. I always hope that people enjoy my stories. If you do, let me know! Any feedback, critiques, or story ideas are always welcome.
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Driving back home this late on a Saturday night is probably a terrible idea. I've had about ten beers over the course of the night, but then again I started drinking at about 10. It's, what, 3:00am now? What's my BAC? Probably a 0.10. Certainly enough for a DUI but low enough to keep it together. Alright, can't think about that now. Just focus on the road.
Speaking of the road, I need to make sure I spot a checkpoint or a lurking cop with plenty of time to avoid problems. My shiny new Range Rover must look like an easy kill for the cops who patrol late Saturday nights for people who have had a little too much to drink. I'm not a big car guy, but I splurged on this one. I just got a big raise at my law firm. Where else was I going to spend the money? I owned my own house, didn't have any debt, and no family. No worries.
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<< Incoming Text >>
Rebecca Caswell: OMG. Do u liv in Metroville? Need favor
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Shit. I looked at the clock and it read 3:12 am. This text set off all kinds of red flags. First, it was 3:12am. Anyone asking for a favor at that time of night needed more than a cup of sugar.
Second and far more importantly, this girl was a quasi-ex of mine. About two years ago, she and I had hooked up for a few weeks while I was in law school. She worked at the university. To make a long story short, it ended badly.
You see, I went to a very good law school; however, it was situated in a tiny, rural city where a social life was nearly impossible. It was in an extremely rural part of the country, and the only real pool to fish from was the law school itself. The locals were a hodgepodge of hicks and degenerates with about 60% of the normal intelligence and teeth.
But by all accounts she was the exception to the rule, a relatively attractive girl. She was about 5'4, blonde hair and a stout set of high Cs, low Ds. I forget how we were introduced to one another --it could have been through friends of friends or just ran into one another. It doesn't matter. Well, I took her out to lunch, and the next thing I knew she was sucking my dick in her office when I dropped her off. At lunch! On our first date! I was pretty used to having success with the ladies, but this was something else. This girl was a slut.
Over the next few weeks she was the ultimate fuck buddy. I didn't have to do anything. I'd come home from a long day of studying, and she would just stop by for a fuck. And I'm not talking a quickie. These were epic shag sessions where there were no holds barred. She was down for anything: missionary, doggy, cowgirl, oral, anal, and everything in between.
Normally, this would have been a super situation, but things eventually got weird. (As they inevitably do in these situations.) She had a very vanilla personality; she was nagging me to do things that I simply didn't have time to do; and she informed everyone we both knew that we were now very seriously involved.
That was the last straw. When some of my guy friends approached me and told me that she'd told everyone we were a serious item, I knew something had to be done. I approached her and set her straight.
"Rebecca, I think we should stop seeing each other."
"Rebecca, we're not that serious. I haven't even taken you to dinner."
"Becca, I haven't even introduced you to my friends."
Yes, I know I sound like the ultimate dick. But it had only been about three weeks! It wasn't like I had made any kind of commitment. Sure, we had been very physical to this point. I know girls may see that very differently from guys, but her meltdown took this to the extreme.
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About six months after our "break up" (I don't refer to us as a breakup, because people have to be dating to break up), I spotted her at a restaurant with some random guy. He was about 5'6, overweight, awkward complexion. In sum, he didn't seem very put together.
As I walked by, she waved at me in an obvious attempt to get me to say hello. Not wanting to cause a scene and genuinely trying to smooth things over, I stopped and said hello.
"Keith [that's me], I'd like you to meet Ed, my fiancΓ©," she began very normally.
Well that was quick. He had to have been the first guy she met after me. Sounds like someone really took their rebound seriously. He stood up and shook my hand.
"So Keith, how do you and Becca know one another?"
"Oh, Keith fucked me for a while before ditching me."
The Hiroshima Awkward bombed dropped, and Ed and I just stood there for a second. We were still shaking hands. He was obviously sizing me up and knew he was losing. I'm about 6'3, pretty good looking, and have an athletic build from years of playing sports.
"Um, well it was a little more complicated than that," I said trying to diffuse a bomb that had already gone off. "It was a pleasure meeting you Ed, and lovely as always to see you Becca. Congratulations to you both."
I promptly turned and walked away. I tried to make it seem like it wasn't a retreat, but that's very much what it was. The sooner I got away from her kind of crazy, the better. The whole experience reinforced my confidence in my decision. I sure as hell didn't want any part of a girl that would behave in that way.
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That awkward conversation occurred about a year ago, and I hadn't heard a peep from her since that night. I did learn that she did in fact marry Ed. Again, good for them. I hope they're happy.
I continued driving down the road that night wondering how I should respond. In the end, I knew that I had to write her back. I don't think she was so crazy as to drunk text me, and she could have been in some trouble. So I decided to respond:
<< Outgoing Text >>
Tom: I do, what's up?
Immediately, my phone lit up with an incoming call from Becca. Wow, that was fast.
"Hello," I answered.
"Keith, I need your help. I don't know what to do or who to call. I'm lost here in the city in a really bad part of town, and my purse is gone." There was genuine fear in her voice, and it was obvious that she was spooked.
"Ok, no worries. Do you have any idea where you are? Streets or landmarks?"
"No, I'm sitting in some convenience store because some homeless guys were badgering me."
"Ask the attendant for the address."
"Corner of Morgan Ferry and Polk."