I take a look at the clock on the nightstand again and it's almost two a.m. I've lost track of how many times I've looked at it since I came to bed. This is our second night at home and I'd hoped I would sleep better here, but so far it hasn't happened. Becca told me coming home for Christmas would help, and eventually maybe it will, but my emotions are still raw from my ex-boyfriend breaking up with me three days ago. The text that Lauren sent earlier didn't help. I reach for my phone and pull up the text again. I don't know why I do this to myself.
Julie, Finn wanted me to let you know he's moved on. Here's a pic of him eating my pussy. He has a wicked tongue, but you wouldn't know about that. He told me you were a lousy lay and he had no desire to go down on you.
I stared at the picture and text. Lauren and Becca were friends for years, until last year when Lauren stole Becca's boyfriend. She dumped him when we started college a few months ago, about the same time I started dating Finn. She started flirting with Finn not long after we started dating. He didn't flirt back, but he didn't discourage her either. He told me I had nothing to worry about, and I tried to believe him. I was so shy and awkward in high school, I couldn't believe someone as cute as Finn would be interested in me. An upper classman, on the football team no less, dating a shy freshman - Lauren told me more than once he would come to his senses and dump me. To be honest, I really didn't know how to hold his interest because I didn't date much in high school. Until my senior year, I attended a private, all-girls school growing up. I talked my dad into letting me go to Westfield high school with Becca my senior year. She set me up on a few dates with some of her boyfriend Brad's friends, but none of them ever worked out. I was determined to prove Lauren wrong, but I needed to build up some confidence before giving up my virginity to Finn. So I spent the first couple of months sucking his dick to try and distract him from going any further. I had no clue what to do at first, Finn said it was sweet that I was inexperienced, but I always managed to get him off.
When I finally gave my V card to Finn a couple of weeks ago it was one of the worst days of my life. Nothing had ever hurt me that bad. He told me he'd never had a virgin before and it was cool that he'd be my first. But he didn't take his time or try to make it special for me. He just pushed in, ignored my gasp of pain and rode me. He said he loved that I was so tight, then it was over in about two minutes. He pulled out of me and pulled the bloody condom off his softening dick. He finally noticed my tears and said it would be better for me next time. He wanted to do it again a couple of days later, but I told him I started my period. We finally had sex again earlier this week and it was almost as bad as the first time. I got a text from him the next day saying that things weren't working out for us and we should see other people. Now this. I shut my phone off and laid it on the nightstand next to the clock.
I couldn't stop the sobs that wracked my body. It's not like I was in love with Finn and he definitely wasn't worth crying over. It just hurt to be treated this way. "Hey Jules, you okay?" I looked up and saw Uncle Jeff standing in the door.
The full moon cast enough light in the room to see his handsome face. His ever-present five o'clock shadow seemed darker at night. I'm not sure if my sobs woke him up or if he was just now going to bed. His dark hair is always tousled, like someone just ran their fingers through it - usually it's him doing it because he's frustrated or when he laughs, which is often. Either way, it's sexy. I've told Becca a few times that her dad is sexy. She said that's just gross, and what would I do if she said my dad was sexy. I'd call her a liar. Our dads might be brothers, but they were polar opposites in many ways. My dad is a buttoned-up businessman, very serious, and very fatherly. Uncle Jeff was in a rock band back in the day. His band, Phoenix Rising was a one hit wonder and only lasted a few years, when Becca and I were babies, but he still looked like a rock star. He wasn't in a band anymore, but he was still in the business. Wallace Entertainment managed several popular bands, and Uncle Jeff was the most sought-after manager at the company. I interned with him over the summer and met a couple of his clients, and I was hooked. I told Uncle Jeff I planned to work there fulltime once I finish college, and I'll never forget the smile he gave me. Becca knew since she was a little girl that she wanted to be a nurse, and she's pursuing her dream. I think my uncle was glad I chose the entertainment industry.
"I'm fine Uncle Jeff, sorry if I woke you up."
He walked into the room and I got a better look at his sculpted chest, covered in tats. The thin sweatpants rode low on his hips and I couldn't help staring at the dusting of hair at the waistline. The part of me that's always had a crush on him would love to lick at that dusting of hair and follow it further down. But reality check, this is my uncle. He perched on the edge of my bed. "I was just going to bed when I heard you. You don't sound fine. You regretting passing on the Christmas cruise with your dad and Yvonne?"
I had to chuckle at that. "No, I'd much rather spend the holidays here with you, Aunt Claire and Becca." I got along okay with my stepmom, but I didn't want to share a cramped stateroom with her and dad. And I'm sure they were both relieved when I said I'd rather stay with Becca. We're more like sisters than cousins.
"So tell me what's got you down babe?"
Jeff calls all the women in his life babe. It's nothing for me to get excited about, but I always do. Just like he always kisses women on the lips, not on the cheek. With Becca he generally kisses the top of her head, but now and then he brushes his lips over hers. He doesn't mean anything by it, and it's never bothered Aunt Claire or Becca. But the first time my dad saw him kiss me, he told him family doesn't kiss like that. I still remember Jeff's response. "Chill out big brother, at least I didn't slip her the tongue." Then he started laughing and winked at me. Lately I've been wishing he'd slip me the tongue when we kiss.
"It's just boy problems Uncle Jeff, nothing you'd be interested in. I'm sure I'll be fine in a couple of days."
"I take an interest in anything that makes you cry. What's wrong?"
Without getting into too much detail I tell him what happened with Finn. When I'm finished he gives me a puzzled look. "What the fuck kind of name is Finn?"
I laughed. After what I just told him, this is his response. "It's short for Finnmore, I think it's his mom's maiden name. His last name is Rosamond."
"Sounds like a rich kid name."
