It's a Small World After All

Conversation remained nonexistent following our last encounter, but it didn't bother me. It seemed to be Muscles' pattern, to wait until his breaking point before reaching out. I was surprised however, to see his name in my newsfeed, tagged in the post of a friend. And floored to see his smiling face in her best friend's profile pic, with him proudly listed as her boyfriend.

While I have been both the shattered partner and the other woman, I usually do not get involved in the intricacies of others relationships. Mainly because even when I was that girl, I didn't see the harm. It was his choice to stray, not mine. But for some reason this was different, perhaps because he was slowly invading my personal life. Because knowing her name, seeing her face, made her real.

Following the girl code of chicks before dicks, I made inquires and discovered that the girlfriend has in fact been The Girlfriend while Muscles and I were doing the dirty. Though dating only for a short while, he had been dreaming of marriage and a little house with a white picket fence and she fell for it hook line and sinker.

I don't know if Kell ever ended up breaking the news to her friend and ultimately shattering her happiness but it's got me thinking. I'm beginning to feel like "Good Luck Chuck." Muscles marks the fourth "I don't want a relationship at all, with anyone, period" to shove me aside for a serious girlfriend. The Kid and I have been having some discussions on the matter, and believes it's partly my fault. Though I've decided that perhaps I want a relationship after all, I only ever offer and expect the sex.

"Pretty please?"

"Pretty please," he whispered as be tugged at the hem of my shirt, "let me see them, it's been too long."

"Pretty please," he whispered with his face nestled in the valley between my curves, his hard body pressed against mine, the longing quite apparent, "let me in."

But no, he would wait. I would make him wait, as he had done to me.

This encounter was not expected, at all. His text surprised me, mainly because I didn't recognize the number. I had already deleted him from my phone, written him out of my life; conversation steadily declined after our hook up, and I am not one to be ignored. He laughed it off when I questioned who he was, and quickly propositioned me. With all the drama of late, I was quick to say yes. But it would have to wait until after my coffee date. 

He made me wait again after I got there, sitting outside his house like a stalker as he "tidied up." Waited again in his living room as he conversed on the phone. I was this close to leaving when he led me into his bedroom. And everything fell into place. This time I had no problem stripping down, pressing my body against his as I traced the contours of his body with my fingertips. Each pass venturing further south, lingering here and there, watching him rise. With him on top, grinding his hard cock against me, trying to get in, I had no problem teasing. Watching him squirm.

He's quite the fan of my "bombass titties," burying his face in them as he whined. I rolled him over, straddling him, my nipples within mouth's reach. Arching back, hands on his thighs, grinding into him now. Even my hot wet mouth didn't suffice. He needed to be in me.

Bane of my existence?

The internet is a slightly disconcerting thing. No, thing is not the right word. A thing is lifeless, and the internet has become a life force all it's own. Perhaps entity is more appropriate. I'll settle on entity for now. The dawn of the internet has created a world so information filled that ignorance of any sort is scoffed at; a world so interconnected that it seems there are truly only six degrees of separation between me and you. And in some ways it's truly incredible. But sometimes I wonder if it's too much.

The internet is how I knew he was starting to talk to her; how I knew that he and I were coming to an end. It's where I learned of their facebook official relationship, as well as it's eventual demise. And it's how I know that even as we've begun talking again, he's having adventures with someone else. Without the power of the internet, I would never be privy to this information. I would have been blissfully ignorant. And I would have been happy with that.