Short story by Flawless Paradox
Part 1:
Oh, how it stunk.
Getting dumped is probably one of the worst experiences a person could ever have. Especially if your getting dumped by a girl you know you love, but she doesn't love you. Life can be a bitch sometimes. God, it was cold that day, the wind was nipping at my face like a bunch of angry bumblebees. We were sitting on a park bench, wearing our winter coats and all that jazz, and she was hugging close to me for warmth. She had wanted to meet me, and tell me something; something she needed to get off her chest. I probably should have known then.
Things weren't exactly easy in the relationship. It was going poorly, I'll admit. We had started dating about a year prior to that day, when I had written a really fancy poem for her and she took it home and read it over and over, and said that it was the 'Most Lovely thing anyone has ever done for me!'. So she let me take her out for dinner and that was how it started.
A lot of people said they thought we were the cutest couple around. I, a 16 year old soccer player with a knack for literature, brown hair, brown eyes, and a decent smile; she, a 16 year old theater jockey with medium length blonde hair and deep blue eyes- they said we were perfect for each other. And maybe we were, for a time, but things change - things always change. The first half of the relationship I will consider a success. We hung out often, went everywhere together, held hands wherever we went, took long moments to stare into each other's eyes; all that romantic bull crap. I was in love after about 3 months, I would say. If we had been older I might have asked her to marry me. But after a while, the relationship slowed down. You know that point these high school relationships always get to, where you know its not going anywhere for a really long time, and you start questioning stuff? Yeah, that phase kicked in. We were't even out of sophomore year in high school yet, we couldn't get married, we couldn't move in together- the relationship was going nowhere fast. That's when the strain stuff starts going on. You start getting bored, start looking at other women, start questioning yourself. In hindsight, we probably should have ended it there, should have said, "maybe some other time, but right now we need some time apart." That probably would have been good. Keep each other at arms length, y'know. But we didn't. We began groping for ways to make our relationship more exciting. We told a lot of secrets, said some dangerous things, went out more regularly. We even made out in my closet. What the hell was that going to accomplish? It was her who suggested that we take our relationship to the 'next level'. I had given her a maybe. Until one night. We were sitting alone in my house, wondering what to do with ourselves some late night my parents were away, holding each other, watching a nice movie. She seemed restless, always shifting around in my arms, resting her head on my shoulder, then my chest. "This movie sucks." She said aloud. I snorted in agreement. Some shitty romantic comedy about some guy and a bicycle or something. She jumped out of my grip, grappled the remote from the table and shut the T.V. off. "Let's do something fun!" she cried, turning to me and grabbing my hands. "Like what," I muttered as she tugged at my arms. I reluctantly stood. "I don't know," she replied, "Something fun!"
"Well we can't go out or anything, I don't have a car, remember?"
"Who needs to go out?"
I paused at this. "Well what would we do here?" Anticipation and excitement boiled within me. I knew that she had considered taking our relationship to the 'next level', but could she want that now? She answered me with a deep kiss. It was the most passionate kiss she had ever given me, I could feel the emotion in it. Lust surged through me like a bolt of lightning and chills rippled up and down my spine. It was at that moment that I realized I couldn't resist her- not even if I had tried. I grabbed at her pronounced behind and slipped my hand around the back of her head and kissed back as best I could. The emotions were flowing like waterfalls. I had kissed her many times before, but it felt different. Felt like I was floating with her in a sea of passion. Before I knew it were we laying on the couch together, and I was practically ripping off her clothing. She was un-buttoning my jeans. Soon we were both practically naked, and I was staring down at her naked torso. Her breasts glistened in the moonlight pouring in from a nearby window, and her stomach was slick with sweat and oils. Her nipples were pointed into the cool air, beckoning me, filling me with a lust I cannot describe. My member jutted out into the empty space between our mid sections, bending my will, shouting at me to thrust forward. She reached up and pulled me into a kiss. I blanked for a moment, and my needs took over. I slowly came down and entered her. My entire mind was clogged by the most unbelievable pleasure and passion I had ever felt. She breathed in sharply, and we stared into each others eyes as I started rhythmically pushing in and pulling out. Moaning echoed out into the emptiness of my house as we continued in our adventure. Everything seemed to slow down then. Words came from her mouth that took me a second to comprehend. "I love you." To this day I believe she meant it. "I love you, too." I said, and then I began to approach my climax. She never did, that night, as to be expected. We were both virgins at the time. After that night, we lost that innocence forever.
It took us a few days to really comprehend what we had done. We were still together, but our time together was spent in bewilderment for the next two weeks. A sort of disbelief came over us, a disbelief that it had actually happened, that we had consecrated our relationship in such a way that couldn't be undone. It was awkward those two weeks, being together, awkward until we did it again. And again. And again. We had gone from dating to lovers just like that. No form to sign, no great emotional sailing. We just started doing it. I loved her with the passion of a thousand dead poets, and she loved me as well. But it didn't change the fact that our relationship was going nowhere. One sexual adventure after the next occurred in all these different locations, but it didn't make anything more exciting. It just became the new normal. Go to the mall, fuck in the bathroom. Go to the store, fuck in the car. Go to her house, fuck in her bedroom. So, soon things started getting boring again. no matter how much we loved each other, you can't be together if you don't love the relationship itself.
So yeah, I sorta did know it was coming. I sorta knew when I sat down on that park bench, I sorta knew when she arrived that day in some guy's car, I sorta knew when she looked me in the eyes and said "I'm sorry, but..." and I sorta knew when she stood up with tears in her eyes and began to walk away. I'm sure I was crying too, I was just so numb from that punch to the gut. All I could say to her was "I'll always love you." And all she could say in reply was, "I know."
So that's how it ended. Big pile of shit, am i right? All that love I had given her and all she can do is invite me to some park bench and say 'I'm bored with you,' then drive off with some other guy. But that's not where this crazy story ends. I haven't even got the the crazy part yet. It was all because of the breakup. The emotions I felt, the lust I felt, the loneliness- all that stuff built up over a weeks time- And that's when the demon moved in under my bed.
