Next Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Next Chapter 3

... However, as I started going back a couple of months, conversations started to blossom between the two of them. I checked the dates. September. Right when we started dating. The gist of them seemed to be Kayla tell this Jeff that she had met a new guy (most likely me) and we were going out. He seemed less than amused by this, telling her they could make the long-distance thing work out. She turned him down with more tact than I would have (though, to be fair, reading this made me want to find this guy and clock him). Then came this section: Kayla: Sorry, Jeff. No. Jeff: You don’t even have to brake up with him! Kayla: ‘Break’. And I’m not going to. Jeff: I know but we can still fool around ;) (Urge to kill…rising) Kayla: No! Omg, what’s wrong with you? Jeff: What’s wrong with me?? You told me you loved me! Kayla: Well, sorry! Sorry if I led you on or whatever but I don’t love you. Jeff: Thanks a ton! That makes me feel great! You tell me you love me, you fuck me, and then tell me it meant nothing. Kayla: Sorry. It didn’t mean as much as you thought. Sorry. I dropped the phone on the bed. My stomach was still empty from last night but something sure as hell lurched in my belly, seizing it up like I’d been kicked by a horse. Those words were imprinted in my eyes… ‘…you fuck me…’ But it can’t be. I was her first. She told me…Didn’t she? I thought hard and fast. Yeah, she did. When we first had sex, she had said she broke her hymen a couple of weeks before. Implying I was her ...

... first. But now… What if it was just a figure of speech? No…it’s obvious what he’s talking about. And Kayla doesn’t even deny it. The muscles in my arms seemed to drain of all their strength. Those three words kept flashing in my head, cycling through like one of those bits of stock info that roll around on those displays on Wall Street. Congratulations, Coach Walburn. You’ve been replaced in my brain. She had had sex before me…it wasn’t the fact that I wasn’t her first that upset me…okay, maybe it did a little…but she told me that… No! No, there had to be an explanation! I mean…this guy, whoever the fuck he was…shit, this was the guy she had said she loved? I mean, yeah, she didn’t mean it; she had just wanted to feel wanted. That was it. She’d convinced herself of it and…but why would he say that if… Was he trying to just get in her head? Possibly. Trying to make it seem like they did something more than they actually had. I mean, maybe they did go farther than just kissing or whatever but if they actually had sex, and she told me they didn’t… I stared at the closed bathroom door. I wanted to go to her, to ask her about it, to demand…to…to ask for an explanation. I mean…why did she have to lie to me? Especially about that? Why had she not blocked this guy? Why hadn’t she just told me about it from the beginning? Why keep it a secret? I looked at her phone, guilt lancing through my brain as I realized I had basically broken into her phone without permission. I mean, it was never ...