Chapter Eleven
Harrison
A couple of weeks later, I was leaned back in a chair in my frat room. Aubrey was straddling me and bouncing up and down on my dick, but I found myself distracted. Yet again, I was having a hard time getting off. I could tell Aubrey was both confused and irritated. We’d been together a handful of times, and none of them had been very good. She seemed into it, but I wasn’t. I moved my hand down to her clit and massaged it. At least I could get her off, even if I still wasn’t close. She loved it, moaning and crying out as she came quickly.
What was wrong with me? I had a beautiful, sexy woman willing to fuck me whenever I wanted, but I couldn’t relax. I couldn’t just enjoy it. I clenched my jaw, thinking about my sweet Sadie. She wasn’t likely to be mine for much longer if I didn’t do some serious damage control.
And things hadn’t turned out like I’d thought they would. I’d thought I’d get so much relief from fucking Aubrey that cheating on Sadie would be almost worth it. It wasn’t. The sex with Aubrey had remained… just okay. Yes, there were some things I’d learned from her that Sadie and I had never done. But mainly it was just fucking. Mediocre fucking. With Sadie, I’d felt like every bit of me was involved during sex… my body, my mind, my heart. With Aubrey? It was just my body. That was it.
I’d built up the idea of sex with Aubrey to be this amazing thing in my head. The reality was nowhere near what the fantasy had been. The truth was that sex was better with Sadie. Much better.
I closed my eyes and pretended it was Sadie riding me. My God. My dick immediately swelled, getting much harder. Aubrey made little moans of appreciation, not having a clue it had nothing to do with her. I pictured Sadie’s big, round tits bouncing up and down in my face. I imagined getting to hold them, lick them, suck her pretty, rosy nipples while she rode my cock. That did it. I threw back my head and yelled out my pleasure, having to bite my lip to keep from calling out Sadie’s name.
“Baby,” Aubrey said, leaning in and kissing me passionately. “That was amazing.”
My phone buzzed, and I turned my head away from her, trying to see the name on the screen. She pulled my chin back around and kept trying to kiss me. She liked to do this after sex, but I wasn’t into it at all.
With Sadie, I would cuddle all night every night. Aubrey? I wanted her gone as soon as I came. That sounded awful, but it was true.
My phone buzzed again, and I lifted Aubrey from my lap. “I need to get rid of this,” I gestured to the condom. I grabbed my phone and headed to the bathroom.
“What do you need your phone for in there?” she asked.
I pretended not to hear her as I closed the door behind me and stared down to see a text from Sadie.
Sunshine:We need to talk.
Well, fuck. Those were four words you never wanted to hear from your girlfriend. A horrible thought went through my mind. Did she know somehow?
My hands shook as I took care of the condom and washed my hands. Then I scrolled up and looked at my pitiful text thread with Sadie. I winced as I saw just how many texts of hers had gone unanswered. That didn’t even count the missed phone calls. She’d left multiple voicemails I hadn’t bothered to answer. At first, I’d been so obsessed over the idea of sex with Aubrey I hadn’t been interested in talking to Sadie. Then, after I’d cheated, I felt too guilty to talk to her. I had lost my mind over the past few weeks, and I was about to have to pay for it.
We need to talk.Ominous words with a stark delivery. Sadie never sent such short, blunt texts.
I splashed some water on my face and stared at myself in the mirror. What had happened to me? I had well and truly fucked up. I was so glad summer was almost over.
I wanted to put all of this with Aubrey behind me and get back to what was real and good. I wanted to put all my focus into football and Sadie. And that was it.
Me:When will you be back on campus?
Sunshine:I’ll text you when I’m ready to meet up.
Well, that didn’t really answer the question. Was she back and just didn’t want to see me?
Me:Are you already back?
I saw the three dots appear and disappear, but she didn’t leave another message.
Me:Sadie? Are you back on campus now?
Nothing.
If she was back, she didn’t want me to know. I scrubbed a hand over my face. I knew one thing.
I had to end things with Aubrey.
***
The next afternoon after practice, I texted her to come see me. Within seconds, she’d responded saying she was on her way over. When she got there, she entered my room withoutknocking. That’s how comfortable she was, how secure she felt about my feelings for her.
