I wonder what I would have done if Harlan actually did want to take me home.
Harlan had been in my thoughts a few times when I satisfied my youthful urges. I knew he was nothing more than a fantasy back then that made my teenage hormones rage. It was a harmless crush that could never stray beyond my imagination. After my parents divorced and my father moved out, I really didn’t think of Harlan again. It wasn’t long after my parents split that I met Chad, and we were inseparable from our very first kiss to the moment he crushed my soul. Seeing Harlan after all those years started to bring back some of those dirty, forgotten thoughts. I was no longer a teenage girl staring at a fantasy when he sat across from me, and he was no longer a married man. By the time I got back to Abby’s apartment, I was feeling those familiar urges and my panties were wet.
It’s a good thing Abby is out with her boyfriend tonight, because I’m going to go crazy if I don’t make myself cum.
There was a chance Abby could come home, but she normally spent the night with her boyfriend after their dates. It was a risk I had to take. I stripped off my clothes, put a sheet on the couch, and covered up with blanket. I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, trying to convince myself that I shouldn’t do what I knew I was going to end up doing anyway. When the the fire between my legs got too hot to ignore, I slid my hand down my stomach and let my finger graze my clit. I was so wet and excited that it didn’t take much more than a gentle touch for my clit to form a hard knot. I had been coming home drunk so much that I couldn’t remember the last time I actually masturbated. The feeling was so intense that it was almost like masturbating for the very first time.
“Oh god.” I moaned and felt a sizzle of pleasure surge through my body.
I closed my eyes and thought of Harlan. I imagined his powerful arms holding me while his calloused hands explored my body. I could see him in my thoughts—both the version I remembered from my father’s barbecue and the more distinguished one that bought my drinks. He had gotten even sexier since the barbecues. I pictured what his body would look like with the added muscle mass, and I wondered if he had any new tattoos to go along with the ones I saw back then. I imagined my hand feeling his cock through his pants and wanting it inside me. I rubbed my clit a little harder and felt the pressure getting stronger as an orgasm begged to be released.
I want you to pop my cherry. I want you to be the first man that fucks me.
My fingers moved in a quick circle, making my whole body tingle with anticipation. The image I created of Harlan devoured my lips, kissing me with the same ferocity I felt for him. His body was against mine, ready to ravage my pussy for the very first time. I wondered what it would feel like. I let my imagination run wild and pushed a finger into my wetness, plunging it into my virgin pussy. I gave myself several thrusts that I imagined were Harlan’s hard cock, although I knew it would be much bigger than my finger. My fingernail scraped against my hymen and I pulled it out before I tore the skin. I started circling my clit again, and as the minutes passed, I found myself getting even closer to the orgasm my body craved.
Oh god, Harlan. Make me cum like I’ve always imagined.
My tongue flicked against my lips and pressed against the bottom one. I pretended that my mouth was being forced open by his as he kissed me again. I was trapped in the fantasy with images flashing behind my eyelids. I started breathing heavier and I concentrated on my pleasure. I rubbed my clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, and then I felt my muscles tighten. I had reached the point of no return and my pussy started to spasm. My legs quivered and my abdomen vibrated with pleasure. I kept my finger moving in a circle until there was nothing left and my orgasm was over. My body slumped back against the couch and I slowly opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling again.
Why couldn’t I have ended up with a man like him? He always seemed so devoted to his wife. I used to imagine myself taking her place, just so I could be the one that was holding his hand.
My mind continued to spin as I lay in the pool of lust that saturated the sheet beneath me. The afterglow brought all of my sorrowful emotions back to the surface and I felt tears in my eyes. I hated Chad for what he did to me, but I felt some of that hatred shifting to Harlan’s ex-wife. She had the most amazing man in the world and she cheated on him. I didn’t understand why it was so hard to stay loyal to the one that loved you. I never once considered cheating on Chad. I wasn’t even tempted by other guys. As my thoughts continued to consume me, I started to wonder if there was even a such thing as loyalty and fidelity. Perhaps I was a fool for believing in it to begin with.
Chapter Three
Harlan
One year ago
My life was a series of ups and downs, leading to the moment I thought would define my future when I said my wedding vows. I married a spitfire named Maria who was the love of my life. It was never perfect, especially when her Latina temper flared, but it was worth it when we found our way back to a passionate embrace. I never dreamed she would seek comfort from another man. To make it worse, it wasn’t even love that cost me my marriage. She was just a slut. If a guy showed interest and he had a little money to spend on her expensive tastes, she had no problem showing her appreciation. I knew something was off when I saw her wearing a necklace I didn’t buy her—one that I couldn’t have easily afforded without breaking the bank.
My suspicions were confirmed when I accidentally saw a text message on her phone from some guy thanking her for the previous night and asking if she liked her gift. I raged when I found out she was cheating on me. I came dangerously close to doing something I would regret for the rest of my life. I didn’t realize what I was capable of until I saw the fear in her eyes while my fist was raised above my head. That fear quelled my rage before I could strike, and I never went back home. I called my best friend, Gabe, and asked if he would be willing to let me crash at his place for a few days. He was more than receptive once he heard what Maria had done, and an hour later, I was standing at his door.
“Hey, man. I’m sorry.” Gabe gave me a quick hug after I walked through his front door.
“Thanks.” I nodded and dropped my bag near the stairs. “I hate to impose.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re not imposing at all. This will be just like college all over again.” Gabe gave me a friendly smile and motioned for me to follow him. “I’ve even got some beer in the fridge—granted, it’s a little better than the rotgut shit we used to drink by the case.”
“I don’t know if beer is going to be strong enough.” I followed him and sighed.
“Well in that case, I’ve got some single malt Scotch begging to be opened.” He took a quick turn before he got to the kitchen and opened his liquor cabinet.
“So, maybe the adult version of college.” I chuckled as he poured a couple of glasses and handed one to me.
Gabe was my roommate at the frat house from freshman year to graduation. We made a lot of memories over the course of the four years we spent drinking our way towards our degrees. When I met Maria, he was the first one I wanted to introduce her to. After the relationship progressed to the point that I knew she would be my wife, he was the only choice to stand at my side as my best man. We had grown apart once I got married. He had no interest in settling down, and our interests went in opposite directions. I made new friends that mostly consisted of other couples we hung out with, but when my darkest hour came, the one I knew I could count on most was Gabe. He welcomed me into his home and gave me a place to stay without even batting an eyelash.
“You’ve never thought about settling down?” I lifted my drink to my lips and savored the Scotch when it touched my tongue.
“Nah, man.” Gabe chuckled and shook his head. “Why settle down when there are so many lonely women in the world?”
“Maybe I should have followed in your footsteps.” I sighed and stared at my drink. “We had some good years though, before it all went to shit.”
“It was an experience.” Gabe smiled and nod
ded. “Like all experiences, you learned from it. My life is no different—I just have a lot more experiences.”
“And a few luxuries I’ve never had.” I looked around his living room. “This whole house might as well be a gigantic man cave, not to mention the Porsche in the driveway.”
“Yeah, it might be a little fancier than the frat house, but now that we’re living together, we get to relive the glory days.” He lifted his drink for a toast. “Here’s to reliving the best days of our lives.”
“Maybe.” I nodded and raised my glass before taking a sip. “I might be a little old for that now.”
“Are you kidding me? It’s better at our age. We might even find a girl to share like the old days.” He took a drink and lowered his glass.
“Except now it’ll be divorcees and single moms instead of college girls.” I tilted my head and shrugged.
“I like them all, but I still get my fair share of college pussy.” Gabe nodded and smacked his lips together. “Some of them even like to call me Daddy.”
“Great, we’ll be the old guys hitting on college girls—I seem to remember us laughing at those guys when we were watching them strike out.” I smirked and took another drink of my Scotch.
Present day
I only planned to stay with Gabe for a few days, but those days turned into weeks, and before I knew it, I had been living with him for a year. My divorce was hard and although she was the one that cheated on me, the judge still gave her half of everything—along with more alimony than I thought she deserved. I would have gladly paid child support if we had kids, but paying for her to maintain the lifestyle that destroyed our marriage made me stick to my stomach. The love I had for her died a slow and painful death each time I wrote another check. I was actually happy when I heard that she was engaged to someone new, because it meant she wouldn’t be my problem anymore once she walked down the aisle.
Good riddance, you fucking bitch.
I quickly learned that Gabe wasn’t lying about the amount of pussy he got. It was rare for him to come home alone, and he invited me to join in if the girl was into it. I was surprised that so many of his random hookups were willing to turn a one night stand into a threesome. I didn’t get the kind of release from it that passionate love could bring, but it was better than jacking off in my room when I needed a release. I missed the life I had, even if I didn’t miss the woman who used to share my bed. I liked being married and I loved coming home to the same woman every night. In the absence of that, I let Gabe keep me entertained because it was easy. I didn’t have to form an emotional attachment and that was exactly what I needed.
I’ll never let love ruin me again. That was a mistake I’ll never repeat.
I wasn’t looking for anything more than a drink the night I ran into Kacey at the bar. Gabe was out of town on business and I didn’t feel like drinking alone. It had been five years, but I still recognized her when she walked up and ordered a drink. I debated ignoring her completely. I used to call her father my friend, but I hadn’t seen him since he got divorced from Kacey’s mother. I never imagined I would be in the same situation several years later. When Kacey’s credit card got declined, I decided to at least buy her a drink. She was too young to be there in the first place, but I remembered how I was at her age. If she wanted to drink, she was going to find a way, regardless of what kind of barriers got put up in front of her.
She’s definitely not the teenage girl I remember. I might not have given her more than a casual glance back then, but it’s hard to look away now.
It was strange to hear Kacey talk about the boy she almost married. It was like hearing a version of my own story that got stopped before it could really begin. I wished I was lucky enough to have known how awful the woman I married was before I said my vows. Kacey seemed to feel the opposite. She was absolutely heartbroken to have her engagement end before she made it down the aisle. I felt bad for her, but as I listened to her story, I started to feel something else. It was a dangerous feeling that I shouldn’t have had for a girl as young as her, but it crept on as the conversation continued. It was a mixture of desire and a need to wrap my arms around her just to tell her everything would be all right. I fought against both of the feelings, even when I was sure she was trying to flirt with me.
In a different lifetime, I would have never walked away from a woman as beautiful as Kacey, and the devil on my shoulder certainly wasn’t helping. I was almost glad that she declined my offer to drive her home. I wasn’t sure I could trust myself if I was alone with her. Calling it a night and going home alone was the best option, even if everything inside me wanted to feel her beautiful curves against my fingertips. I continued to remind myself that she was too young for me when we said our goodbyes, and when I left the bar, I let out a pent up sigh of relief. I put my dirty thoughts in the back of my mind as I headed back to Gabe’s house. Kacey was gorgeous, but I felt like I would have been taking advantage of her if I let myself get lost in her hazel eyes. They were more intoxicating than the whiskey.
She’ll definitely be in my dreams. I can’t stop that, even if I did walk away.
It figured that Gabe was out of town on the one night my dick really needed some relief. Things had gotten busy for him at work, and it had been a couple of weeks since he brought someone home. Sharing a girl with him was easy. I was able to avoid the emotional attachment while getting my rocks off. It might not have been what I truly craved, but it provided relief. Once I got back to his place and poured another drink, my thoughts returned to Kacey. I couldn’t imagine many men making the choice I made. I knew she had a crush on me when she was younger. I thought it was cute back then. She wasn’t a child anymore though, and the woman she became tempted me more than anyone had in a long time. There was a part of me that didn’t even care that she was young enough to be my daughter. Luckily, that part of me stayed caged long enough for me to walk away.
Chapter Four
Kacey
I woke up without a hangover for the first time in a while. I instantly remembered that the reason I wasn’t feeling the urge to hurl was because my credit card was declined. I showered, brushed my teeth, ate breakfast, and once the customer service department for my card was open, I gave them a call. The news wasn’t what I expected. My card wasn’t declined because I had missed a payment or hit my limit. It was declined because my mother canceled it. I hung up on the phone in frustration and resisted the urge to call her. She might have co-signed with me when I got the card because I didn’t have any credit, but it was supposed to be my card and my responsibility.
So much for building my credit. I guess this is her version of tough love.
I still had most of the money from selling the engagement ring in my bank account, so I wasn’t hurting for money. I just wanted to save as much as I could so that I would have enough to get my own place. I didn’t normally worry about money when I lived at home with my mom. My job waiting tables didn’t give me enough money to afford an apartment on my own, but when I didn’t have any expenses, it provided enough to fuel my nightly endeavors. Abby hadn’t asked for anything when I moved in, but I had restocked the fridge because I wanted to contribute. It was the least I could do since she opened her home to me when I had nowhere else to go.
“You’re here—good!” The front door opened and Abby came walking into the kitchen with a smile on her face.
“Good morning to you too.” I looked up and smiled. “Another magical evening with Richard?”
“The best!” Her eyes lit up and she casually moved her left hand into my vision.
“Is that—oh my god! Congratulations!” I jumped up from my chair and hugged her when I saw the gorgeous diamond solitaire adorning her finger.
I had become rather good at expressing excitement over things that were going great for my friends, even if it stung to see them on their way to the next chapter of their lives while mine was stuck in pause. I was at the age where all of them were hitting the important milestones of th
eir youth. My engagement came early in life, and it was shattered before it really began. The shards of the broken tiara I thought I would wear into eternal bliss wedged themselves deep into my soul. I wasn’t angry at Abby for finding a guy that appeared to be amazing, but it was hard to feel true happiness for anyone when mine was torn away from my grasp.
“So, we’re going to have to talk about the living situation.” Abby poured a cup of coffee and took a seat at the table. “Richard wants to move in together immediately so we can save money. His lease will be up in a couple of weeks, so he’s going to move in with me.”
And that is the polite way to tell someone they’re no longer welcome.
“I understand, absolutely.” I put another fake smile on my face. “I asked you to let me stay here for a couple of days and you’ve been more than generous. I’ll start looking for my own place immediately.”
I should have started the day I moved in.
“I promise I’m not kicking you out. If you don’t find a place before Richard moves in, we’ll manage, but it will be pretty crowded with three of us in this tiny apartment.” Abby’s face twisted into a grimace.
“Thank you. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” I reached for my coffee cup and lifted it to my lips. “You’re a good friend.”
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