Deserted

It was a sunny day, I remember. I was strolling through town; it was an important date, one I had been anticipating from a few weeks back. “Can’t wait to see you” I sent to my boyfriend via text, who replied with a coordinated “me neither. Catch you later” and a bunch of kissy faces. I was walking in town because I was looking for gifts.

The perfect gifts for the occasion, our 2 year anniversary mark. It was both dreamy and confusing to think how we made it this far, despite all the drama, all the fights and all the discussions. I was pretty sure, though, that it was pure love. Now, thinking back, I see how wrong I was.

I was jumping from one flower shop to the other, eagerly looking for my boyfriend’s favorite type of flower. I wanted to get him a bouquet, I know it’s cliche but we have never done that. I thought this year I could break the mold and be a bit more cliche yet unpredictable at the same time; he was surely not expecting flowers and I was surely not expecting what he got me.

A few hours later, I was on my happy way to his house. We had agreed to meet in my house but I wanted to surprise him. I was taking the bouquet, some clothes I bought for him and chocolates. We’d go dining, of course, and then we’d have sex. That was the plan, or at least what I made up in my head for our perfect day.

I had spare keys to his house, something he entrusted me with after dating for so long, but he conveniently forgot I had them just today. I went up to the door and heard some banging, but didn’t pay attention to it. I opened the door slowly and silently to not shock anybody, not knowing I was the one to be shocked. I closed the door silently behind me then tiptoed my way to the living room. As I got closer to the living room, with a big grin on my face, I began to hear more weird noises. It was moaning, and it kept getting louder as I walked closer to the den. What was going on?

Then there I saw it. My boyfriend of two years was fucking some random blonde guy on his sofa, and they both moaned in pleasure. I stood by the doorway and watched, with tears rolling down my face, how that other guy rode on my boyfriend’s cock. After a few moments, I dropped the stuff I was carrying to the floor, and surprised them. They turned to look at me in full shock.

“Oh shit, babe” said my boyfriend, then got up and went after me, rolling a towel around his bare lower half. “Come here babe” he said, in a embarrassed tone. “Go fuck your new boy toy instead. We’re done” I said, turning quickly to face him, then I turned around again and marched out of the house, unable to control my flowing tears. Since I had come there walking, I had to walk back home with the inevitable tears. I must have looked like a fool trying not to cry, looking so upset in the street in such a pretty day.

Before long, I was home, and the torture had just begun. My now ex boyfriend began to call me day and night, text me without end and even emailed me multiple times. I ignored him for a while, until about a week later I picked up the phone.

“Hey” he said in a relaxed tone, which made me angry. “Hey? Is that what you want to say?” I asked, and before he could say anything, I stopped him. “How long has this been going on?” I asked, tears now flowing down my face. “It’s not what you think it is” he said, his voice breaking. “Now you’re saying I’m dumb?” I said, barely able to talk due to my crying. I just hung up. The coming months were the worst of it, I didn’t even want to leave my house. I almost got fired at work.

My friends always tried to cheer me up, but I avoided all social contact. I ignored all calls and texts for a while, until I felt better. One day of winter, oddly enough, with all the cold I decided to get out of my house. I got back to my friends and told them to come to my house; my best friends Alana, Gus and Jenn. I felt bad for ignoring them for so long.

“It was due time” said Jenn, marching into my house with the other two. “We were so worried and you were so selfish” said Alana, in a slightly angry tone. “I’m really sorry. I hope you guys understand” I said to them sincerely. “We do. He was a real jerk. We’re here to take you out tonight” said Gus, looking at me with sharp eyes. “What do you mean? Take me out where?” I said in confusion.

“You’re going to meet someone new to clear your mind from that asshole” they said almost in unison. I was amused, but also skeptical. “I don’t know if I’m ready to” I said, looking down. “Give yourself a chance to” said Alana in a comforting tone. I guess they were right.

Nighttime came faster than anticipated and before I knew it, I had left my depression pit and was on a trip downtown with my friends to meet new people. Guess this was a positive change for once!

That night we went clubbing and I was not exactly in my best mood. We reached a gay bar I had never gone to before, called Neon Desire, and it was a pretty cool place. There I met Christian, whom I won’t really be able to forget. Christian was a very nice dude, we danced the night away while my friends looked in amusement. We had a few too many drinks and in the blink of an eye, we were in the club’s seemingly desolate bathroom. Kissing.

Christian was a bit rowdy. He pinned me against the wall and began to kiss my neck, which was honestly very arousing. I had an impossible to hide boner, and the moment he felt it he wanted to take advantage of it. He walked me into the bathroom stall and

Slid his hand into my pants, grabbing my cock swiftly. He began to stroke it and I tried my best to give into it, but I couldn’t, somehow… I had to stop Christian, who was very drunk, so it was hard to do. He seemed rather angry and disappointed and just left.

I was very ashamed. I just walked out and went to where my friends were and told them that I wanted to leave. After all, I was not ready to mingle with other guys. I spent the following weeks masturbating and crying at home.