Reassessing My Life - Pt. 2 - Sex Stories

Reassessing My Life - Pt. 2

Cassandra was ready on time, dressed in a blood-red choker, black minidress, biker jacket, and a pair of heavy boots with enough buckles, studs, and zippers to make a Cenobite proud. Her jet-black hair was hanging loose down her back, and red lipstick and cat-eye mascara with an eye of Horus accent finished the look. She gave me a little peck on the cheek as she greeted me, and we were on our way.

The party was bigger than I had expected, as was the house. It took me a little time to find my friend, who laughed when I told him the divorce had gone through and shouted, “Welcome back to the land of the living!” I introduced him to Cassandra, leaving out how we had met, and she and I made our way through the party.

Cass was out of her element; dancing in a club where the regulars have become friends is one thing, but a party full of strangers is another, especially when you don’t really fit in with the aesthetic or personalities. I still fit in with the aesthetic, but I realized how little I had in common with most of these folks now, so I could sympathize.

We found a quiet corner and decided to head out early. She went to use the restroom while I made the rounds and said goodbye. And that’s when I ran into Kim.

The thing I had forgotten about the parties in college was that it didn’t matter who had been invited and who hadn’t, and my friend was still in that college mindset. He had invited me because he wanted to make sure I showed up, but I hadn’t realized the ...

... invite list wasn’t exclusive but inclusive; anyone who heard about it could and did show up.

“Jason!” She hugged me before I could stop her. “I’m glad to see you’re doing well. I really am sorry about everything, even the way I acted after…” She bit her lip. “I know that wasn’t fair. I should have given you your space, but I just loved you and missed you so much. I should have been more mature and realized you needed your freedom.”

“Uh… thanks? I’m glad you’re doing well, too.”

She smiled sadly. “I’m not. Not really. But I know…” Kim sighed. “I know this is something we have to do. Please, go and find someone to get it out of your system. I’m going to stay faithful while we’re apart, and I’m going to go to therapy. Next time around, I’ll be exactly who you need me to be.”

“What?”

Kim sniffled. “It’ll hurt, but I know we’ll be together again. I’ll check in on you every once in a while and see when you’re ready to get back together.” I dodged the kiss on the cheek, and she waved goodbye as she melted into the crowd.

What the actual fuck.

Cass found me standing in the same spot, shell-shocked. She led me outside to a couple of lawn chairs, and I related the meeting with her sister, her eyes growing wider with each line of the exchange.

“What that actual fuck?”

I nodded. “She’s going to keep coming back if I don’t put a stop to this right now. I need her the fuck out of my life once and for all, and apparently, a divorce isn’t enough.”

She slowly nodded. ...