Rotten

This morning all he gave me was a kiss. We have been dating for just a little over a year and things were pretty decent before. He has been like this for a few months now, each week getting worse. At first I imagined he needed his space but then it seems like he enjoys his space a little too much, or simply doesn’t want to allow me into that space. Fuck him.

This makes me extremely sad, of course, because I am attached to him and like him a lot. But if the case we’re to be that he wants to break up, why doesn’t he simply do it instead of putting me through this ordeal? I just want his honesty.

Submerged in my thoughts and feelings, I am suddenly brought back to reality when my phone, which was on the coffee table next to the chair I am sitting on, buzzes rapidly and loudly, breaking through my thoughts with the ring. I have received a new message, and I jump to open it in hopes it is my negligent boyfriend. Of course, it was not. It was my friend Jonas.

“Are you free? We could hang out if you’d like”

He was always trying to make plans with me and honestly, he paid much more attention to me than my actual boyfriend did. However, I knew what his intentions were so I stayed away from him just to avoid anything serious to happen to my relationship. But today, I felt like I have had enough of waiting and wanted to make my own decisions

“Sure hun, where are we going?”

I was not extremely excited about this but I was craving affection.

“I can pick you up now, I’m on my way to a bar on the outskirts of town. You fancy?”

I knew Jonas was always kind of a low-end kind of guy who frequented such rundown places. There was nothing better to do, so I agreed to go.

“Of course. I’ll be ready in 10 minutes”

And I was. I took the fastest shower ever and got dressed up, with a black ensemble to not stand out too much in the bar I imagine to be dark and grungy.

I waited outside and Jonas came without delays, I assume he was excited I had finally accepted to go on a date with him…

I go into his old car, and he looked at me from head to toe as if I was something to eat. He started his engine promptly to make way to the bar, the sun was setting by now.

“Isn’t your boyfriend around to take care of you?”

His first question left me with a salty taste on my mouth, it was something I did not want to hear. It was the thing I was trying to keep my head away from.

“Let’s not talk about him”

I decided to be clear and direct to express my instant disgust at the topic he tapped. He smiled after my reply.

“Fine. I’ll make your night enjoyable”

He said it with a distinguishable confidence. We continued talking all the way to the bar, a long ride, and he was not as gross as I thought he was. He was actually able to hold a conversation. Of course, he was very flirty to me.

We got to the bar and it was just as I expected it to be. Rundown, but the decorations were quite charming, mixed with art deco styled neon accents and grunge posters, it was unique.

We sat down in the bar and our night consisted of chit chat, which was the nicest part, endless amounts of mixed drinks that had awesome colors and smelt great, and a flurry of people coming near us to greet Jonas. He was sort of popular, apparently. After a few hours, well into the night, we were too drunk. Well, I was at least. Jonas carefully took me to his car, making sure I was not dizzy or anything.

“Did you have a good time in the bar?”

He asked rather tenderly. I was drunk, but not so drunk to not remember what happened or anything. He was being careful. He sat me on the back seat of his car then he went all the way around and got into the car from the opposite door. He sat beside me, then turned to kiss me.

“Let’s seal the night”

He sounded serious. I just let him kiss me because there was nothing else I wanted at the moment. Of course, not exactly from Jonas, but from anyone, maybe specially my boyfriend, who had still not messaged me at all. I let Jonas kiss me and undress me slowly, he seemed to like being in control.

“Just close your eyes”

He said that confidently as he removed my pants, quickly putting his fingers up my pussy. It felt good but I could barely feel, due to my drunkenness. I liked it though. He took his dick out of his pants and quickly got over me, fucking me in a rather weird position. He was, regardless of the limited space, a sensual lover. He went right deep into me and made me gush a little.

He kept fucking me in the car, taking his cock out every now and then to slap my pussy then put it in again. He kept going like this until he sat up, made me sit up, then took my face down to his cock so I could suck it, eventually making him come a large load into my mouth, which I swallowed. He lifted my head to plant a kiss on my lips.

“Did you like it? I just wanted you to have a good time”

He said these words while staring into my eyes, a lovely glow on them. Of course, I had liked it.

“Yes. Thanks for taking me out”

This had been the best date I have had in a long while. After making out for a bit longer and dressing up awkwardly in the back seat, he went to the front seat and drove me to my house. I chugged a little on a bottle of vodka he had in his car, getting a bit more drunk. By now, I was feeling sad that my boyfriend had gone lost.

When we got to my house, Jonas helped me to get inside then left me on my bedroom, and then left me alone. Weakened and drunk, I picked up my phone and called my boyfriend, to no reply at all. I called about 4 times before giving up, his phone obviously ringing as he ignored me. Ultimately, I just left him a voice note on his messages. Of course, it was a bit weird due to my drunk voice.

“I don’t care anymore. We are over, and I am sure this is what you wanted to hear from me. I just wish you had been enough of a man to tell me straight up you wanted to leave me. I am tired of waiting for you, please just stay away from me”

It stung to say and even more to replay so I could listen and know I said what I wanted to say. Afterwards, I cried myself to sleep.