Once in the shower Will kissed me deeply. Then he turned me around and shoved me hard up against the shower wall. He put a little conditioner on his throbbing meat and shoved it in me. He humped me hard and fast for what seemed like hours. That wasn’t like him. Normally he took his time and went slow, and always took the time to kiss my neck and run his fingers over my hot wet body. When he was finished I was disappointed and sore. He didn’t say a word to me while we dried ourselves off. “Will, we need to talk,” I said.
“Fine with me,” he said coldly.
I took his hand and led him over to my bed and we sat down. I put my hand on his cheek and he pulled away. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I thought you said you weren’t mad anymore.”
“I’m not mad. I never really was mad, just hurt. I’m over it now.”
“I don’t think you are. You barely touched me in there. Only kissed me once.”
“I was giving you what you want. I see now that you just want a fuck buddy. That’s just fine with me. It’s what I’m used to. I’m just everyone’s fuck buddy!”
“No, that isn’t what I want. You should know me better than that by now. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone. What I did was wrong not to mention stupid. I got caught up in the moment of wanting to live my fantasy.”
“Was it worth it?”
“What do you mean?”
“I hope you really enjoyed it. Anyway, I just came to get my things. I’m going home.”
I was stunned, but I really shouldn’t have been. A tear formed on his cheek and he wiped it away. He stood up and got dressed and began to pack. All I could do was sit there and watch him walk out the door. Then I watched from my window as he packed up and drove off. I buried my face in my pillow and cried for hours. I must’ve fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes again it was 9:00 PM. I wondered if it all had just been an awful dream. I went over to the dresser and opened his drawer. It was empty.
I couldn’t stand being in that room anymore. I pulled on some clothes and jumped in my car. I turned it on and slammed on the gas to get the hell out of there as fast as I could. I ran down the road faster and faster. Soon I was going 140. I wouldn’t normally go that fast but at that point I didn't care if I crashed into something and was ripped into a million pieces. Without even really thinking about it I pulled into my favorite bar. I went in and found a seat.
3 hours later I had downed 8 beers and 6 shots of vodka. I was so drunk I could hardly see straight. I was done there so I figured I would drive around some more. I stood up and clumsily fished my keys out of my pocket. “Hey buddy, I don’t think you’re in any condition to be driving,” I heard someone say.
I looked up and saw the bartender standing beside me. “I’m fine,” I said.
