Concepts Of Regret

Rebound

It was quite obvious how we ended up together.

He wanted to have sex with someone new, and well, I did too, but I just wanted someone to take my virginity.

I wasn't being picky, but I also wasn't seeking someone to have sex with right away. At the moment, I'm quite busy with college applications and my part time job. But when Mason Grayfield walked up to me at the back of Dunkin Donuts, where I was smoking during my break, he had asked for my number and I agreed.

Sure he has looks, but Mason is definitely not my type. He is 3 inches taller than me, with dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and dimples. A perfect example of a golden retriever boy. However, if I wore 3 inch heels, we would be the same height, and I'm more into dark haired boys with glasses.

But since I wasn't being picky, I didn't mind if it was Mason taking my first time. I didn't have a crush on anyone at school, so it didn't matter to me that I was going to have sex with a guy that is known to be going around having sex with others.

I've actually heard he's bisexual, and I was at first worried that he might have gotten STD's, but after I had gotten his number, I bluntly asked him outright. Although he could be lying, but I believes him when he said he always wears a condom to have safe sex.

After work, he picked me up and took me to his house. His parents were on a trip and he's an only child, so his house was quite when we entered.

Surprisingly though, he owned a cat.

"This is Macy." He said as he picked up his cat and gave her kisses. This was a new side to him as I've never seen Mason give someone affection.

Although he looks like a golden retriever boy, he was actually the opposite of one. He one time came to school so high, he threw up in some girls hair during 2nd period.

I bent down and gave Macy a scratch on her head after Mason set her down on the floor. She allowed me to scratch her and she seemed to enjoy it too.

"Do you want to drink anything? My mom buys a lot of wine." I looked to where Mason was standing, in an open kitchen, holding a yellowish bottle of wine.

"I've never drank before, but I brought weed." I said while holding up a bag that I took out from my pocket.

To be honest, I only know Mason because we have the same dealer. I've never interacted with him before, but we always see each other.

Mason smiled and got 2 glass cups. He poured the wine in both of them and handed me one of the cups.

"Well try the wine to see if you like it then."

I grabbed the cup and sniffed it. It smelled absolutely horrible, but I still tried a sip. Even then, it was still horrible. I scrunched up my face and Mason laughed at my reaction.

"Okay, it seems that wine isn't for you." He said in between laughs and then lead me to his room. It was quite spacious, as there wasn't a lot of furniture in his room. The bed was nice and big and looked quite comfy.

We decided to get high first, which felt much more amazing than drinking that wine, and after that was a bit of a blur for me. However I do remember everything that happened. I successfully lost my virginity, which had been something I wanted to do in my senior year of high school.

However, when I came to my senses, I was still in Mason's bed, naked, and had a headache. My waist also ached as well, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Mason staring at me with a pill in his hand and a cup of water in his other hand.

"This is for the pain, why didn't you tell me this was your first time?" He asked me, while he was also walking around naked.

I stared at his body, admiring it, while I drank the pill. Honestly, the only pain I felt was from the headache, the pain in my waist didn't hurt so much, so I pulled Mason down from his neck and kissed him, asking for another round.

He seemed to agree as his little friend got excited in my hands.

"I guess I was that good then, huh?" He smirked which kind of irked me, but I didn't care as I wanted more.

I wasn't one to be embarrassed much, so I had no problem with taking initiative as I topped him and went for another few rounds.

It felt addicting, being with him. Almost as addicting as weed, but I now spend my days having sex in Mason's bed after work.

I told him that I plan to go to another state for college, so until then I wanted to be friends with benefits. I had no problem with him having sex with anyone else, as I was too busy for an actual relationship with anyone.

He also didn't seem to mind my aloof personally, and I was grateful for that. We only texted each other when we both had time for sex, there would be times when he would be with someone else, so I would just entertain myself instead.

"Do you really not like me?" He has asked me one time after he had given me a pretty good orgasm. I told him honestly that he wasn't really my type, but the sex was good and I planned to leave soon.

However, I believe he caught feelings for me. One of Mason's other sex friend came up to me and yelled at my face, telling me that Mason doesn't want to have sex with him because he's only interested in me now.

I told the guy that Mason and I are only friends with benefits, but he didn't seem to believe me.

"Are you like, in love with me Mason?" I asked him, and I could see his ears turn red. I internally sighed and walked closer to him. I thought that if I was downright mean and aggressive, he would lose feelings for me.

"Well, I only hang out with you for sex, what makes you think I'd fall in love with you? Why did you even have to fall in love with me?" I peered at his face in the most menacing way I could be. I could see that he looked hurt, but I tried not to care as much, but my fast beating heart said otherwise.

He was definitely a friend to me, he always gave me a ride home and was worried about me everytime we had sex since he did it so hard I could barely walk. However, I had only thought of him as a friend, so it hurt a bit to see my friend this way.

"I just thought that you're different from other girls and guys I sleep with. You don't try to control me, and you're a great friend. I just wanted more with you, we get along quite well so I thought you felt the same."

As my guilty conscience got the best of me, I apologized to him for being a rude and hurting his feelings. But as I was leaving in two days, I couldn't be in a relationship with him.

But, to stop him from almost crying, I had sex with him again til the next day. He looked sad that I had to leave to pack, but he let me go and drove me home. I let him stay to help me pack, which was a bad idea as we just had sex again until I was almost late for my plane. But he drove me there and I made it on time, I said goodbye to him and left.

I didnt see him for 10 years after that. However we did keep in touch, for 10 whole years, he was there for me as a friend when I needed him.

I decided to move back when I had gotten heartbroken, everything was still the same, the cold air and the hot sun was still the same.

However, Mason proposed to me, and I only said yes because I wanted a rebound from my past love. He understood and tried to make me happy.

Eventually, we had twins, but I could tell that Mason always thought I didn't fall in love with him in the same way he fell in love with me.

I proved him wrong by surprising him with a holiday trip for just the two of us. I told him how happy he made me these past few years and that I was glad to have met him and have him as a friend, and a husband forever.

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I dont even remember writing this ); but it seems like a draft for a story I wanted to write, so instead of doing that, I will leave this here as incomplete!