Confessions of a Small Town Girl- Final Chapter - Sex Stories

Confessions of a Small Town Girl- Final Chapter

... come back, and that night, Ben and I decided to split up. He wanted a lasting relationship and he did not want to wait four years to see if I came back. For the first time in years, I was single. He dropped me off without a sign of regret. I was heart broken. I really cared for Ben, even though I had not been faithful to him. He was my first love. I went straight to bed, and cried as I tried to go to sleep. I kept replaying his words in my head and began questioning my decisions. Was I really self righteous and selfish for living out my dream? Then a light went off in my head. It was Ben being the selfish one. He wanted me to give up my life to stay in the same hometown we were born and raised. That night, I made a big decision; I was going to live my life for me, and no one else. The news of the epic break up beat me to school the next day. Lauren was beside my car before I could get out. She and I talked and she agreed that Ben had no right to ask me to give up my life for him. All my female friends tried to consul me, but I assured them I was fine. Many of the guys looked at me in a different way, and to a select group, I returned those same looks. By the end of the day I had five invites to go out with five different guys. I politely refused all of them out of respect of the relationship I had just gotten out of. The sixth invite, I accepted. During my last class, I received a text from Josh. He asked if I had practice, I said no. Then he asked me to meet him, and gave ...

... the address, and I accepted. The address was in a neighboring town, so as soon as the bell rang to dismiss class, I called my mom and told her I was hanging out with some friends. As I hung up from the call, I got into my car and headed for the address Josh had sent me. My navigator directed to the address. It was a small privately ran motel and I was smiling when I parked beside Josh’s truck. I looked into the rear view mirror and made sure my make up and hair was decent. When I opened the car door to get out, the door in front of his truck opened and he was standing smiling at me. He must have just got off work because he was still in his blue cargo pants and blue work shirt. I walked to him with a big smile on my face, and as I approached him, he stepped aside and I walked in. When I heard the door shut, I turned to him and he was just standing there looking at me. I placed my purse and phone on the table beside the television and sat on the bed. As he started walking toward me, he told me how glad he was that I came. He stopped in front of me. In line with my sight was a slight bulge in his pants. I looked up at him as his fingers ran through my blonde hair. He explained to me how he could not get the day in his truck out of his mind and how he wanted, for one time, to treat me the way I deserved to be treated. Then he lowered and we kissed. This kiss was the total opposite from our first kiss. His lips were soft and gentle as he opened and closed them as we kissed. As we ...