The Past Between Us

-chapter two-

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The phone rang twice. A sleepy voice answered, 'What's wrong?'

'I need you to pick me up' I muttered.

'What?! It's two in the midnight!Where the fuck are you at this time?'

'I left home.'

'You did what!? Give me your location. Right now.'

'I'm just four blocks away from your home' I said.

'For fuck's sake, stay right there. Don't move I'm coming in five' he disconnected the call and I could feel him fuming from the other side of the phone.

Not much later, his black bike pulled up beside me. 'Are you out of your goddamn mind?'

I stayed quiet, completely overwhelmed by the emotions inside me.

'Hey,' his voice softened, 'What's wrong Larsen? What happened?'

Tears welled up my eyes, I was only eighteen and in an attempt to chase my dreams I was now without a home, without any money, i had no where to go. But when his strong comforting arms pulled me into his chest, I knew that everything would be alright. As long as he was by my side I could get through anything. No matter what happened or how many variables came and went, he would always be the constant in my life.

Or so I thought.

He clicked his fingers in front of my face, 'Larsen?'

'Get out of here.'

'Please, just hear me out once. I will just take five minutes I just-'

'Get the fuck out of here or else I will be calling security. Luke! Please escort Mr.Young outside and get me all of my paintings back. He should never get his hands on them.'

'Your wish is my command Miss Larsen,' Luke said, 'Please Mr.Young, the exit is this way'

Kevin's jaw clenched, ' I don't care how long it'll take, I'll wait days, months, heck years even, but I won't give up without you hearing me out once'.

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Rubbing my temples in exhaustion I finally opened the door to my apartment. It was a long night, a difficult one at that.
Taking off my heels I massaged my feet, instantly regretting wearing 5 inch heels for almost 6 hours. But I'd do it again. Heels were my guilty pleasure.
Kevin used to say, 'Why do you wear them if you know your feet are going to hurt that bad anyway? I will NOT carry you back home Larsen'. Yet everytime, he did carry me home. And he would massage my feet everytime they were sore.

I looked up at the ceiling so that the tears stayed in my eyes. Seeing Kevin today brought back so many emotions hidden inside me. I was enraged yet somehow, seeing him made my heart feel at peace. But I wasn't going to let that affect me. There was no way I would ever let him in again. Ever.

It was way past midnight but my eyes did not know sleep. Living alone had its pros. Like going to sleep in lingerie or even walking around naked. Cleaning was easy, you'd only have to cook food for one, do laundry for one, and you could decorate however you'd like. But, sometimes it got incredibly lonely. You'd have to cry alone, laugh alone. And even go to bed alone.

I've fooled around quite a bit after Kevin. It was because I desperately needed someone to fill that void he left in me. But none of that was even comparable to sex we used to have. But the fooling around lessened as I grew older and more mature. I consoled myself AND Sarah by saying that all the dildos and vibrators made up for the sex, but boy did I miss human touch. How I missed his touch.

But the biggest pro of living alone was being able to watch porn...on the TV. I wasn't going to act decent and say that I only occasionally watched porn or didn't like it very much. I, in fact, loved it. I took out a small vibrator from my drawer and put it against my clit. The first contact with the cold tip of the vibrator sent shivers down my skin. My eyes were fixated ahead, on the TV screen. With my other hand I moved the lace bra a little bit to reveal my cold hard nipples. Like some other women out there, the gods had not blessed me with huge boobs, not that I did not like my boobs, I very much loved them. But the gods HAD blessed me with huge, and as some have said, 'the kinkiest' nipples. I played around with them as the sound of skin slapping against each other from the TV and my moans filled the room. I moved  my hand from my nipples down to my opening and slipped two fingers in. Moaning out in pleasure and overstimulation from the vibrator, I hit my gspot with my fingers again and again. As I felt that knot forming in my stomach I closed my eyes and unwillingly got reminded of how it would have felt if those were his fingers inside me instead of mine. How he would have whispered the dirtiest things into my ears while fingering me. And how he would have licked his fingers clean afterwards. My hips jerked as I finally reached my orgasm. Panting, I switched off the TV and cleaned up, angry at myself for thinking about him.

I had planned on working on the assignment Prof. Karl had asked me to redo thrice, but as soon as my head touched the pillows, I fell asleep.

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