Girl You Fucked Before (18+)

Sexy Bets And Salty Tacos

Vanessa

As the train halted to a screeching stop at Union Place in Connecticut, I was practically bouncing in my seat. My unrestrained movements earned me a glare from the middle-aged man that was sitting beside me and thumbing through a newspaper, but I didn't care.

I'm finally back home where I belong.

Pressing my face against the window, I peered out to see if I could spot Matt in the bustling crowd. Of course, I picked a boyfriend that wore the one color that allowed him to melt away into a sea of bodies. "Why stand out when I prefer to blend in?" He would always say to me.

Grabbing my duffel, I scurried off the train and ambled around the platform as I scanned the chaos for his face. I was standing on my tiptoes to peer over heads when a pair of arms wrapped me in a tight hug from behind. "Welcome home, babe," a honey smooth voice muttered into my ear.

Whirling around, I dropped my luggage and threw my arms around Matt's neck. "You're really here. Only an inch away from me," I replied through choked up sobs.

"Oops," he said, pulling away from me long enough to present a withered and slightly crushed but still beautiful sunflower. "For you, darling."

I beamed at the oversized, buttery yellow petals as I took the stem from his hand and pressed the silky flower against my cheek. "My favorite. Where did you find one of these this time of year?"

He shrugged, a secretive grin on his face. "I have my ways and connections."

"Is that right?" I clasped his hand in mine as we began strolling back to his car parked across the street from the station. "Do you have a flower dealer?" I teased him. "Are you in trouble?"

"Oh yea," he answered, shaking his head. "The addiction's gotten quite bad. I owe him a lofty amount. I had to sell some of my books to pay him so he wouldn't come looking for me."

He paused to open the car door and help me inside. "You are the last person I could ever imagine getting caught up in something as dangerous as that," I said, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the bloom. "I know you don't always believe so but you're a good person with a strong moral code. You would never do something so reckless and stupid."

As he slid into the driver's seat and clicked his belt into place, he glanced over at me. "Doesn't the world expect that from me though, Vanessa? Do you think any of our classmates would even be surprised if at our five-year reunion they found out that Matt with the poor grades, sulky attitude, and piercings wound up doing time for drug dealing or something of the like?"

Why does he always allow his reputation to precede who he actually is? "Matt, if anybody really thinks that of you then they don't truly know who you are."

He stared straight ahead at the road as he drove, his mouth set in a firm line. "How can you be so confident in that statement when I don't even know who I am sometimes?"

"What do you mean, you don't know who you are?" I inquired, incredulously. "You're loving, funny, thoughtful...should I continue?"

He rolled his eyes. "Not to be rude but those are just traits. What are my interests, dreams, goals? Come on, V. I chose English Literature as my major because the only real passion I have is for books."

I waved him off, desperate for him to see himself through my eyes. "That's not nothing, Matt. You can make a career off that. You could be a writer."

He scoffed as merged the Jetta onto the highway and ramped up the speed of the vehicle. "Because we all know how much of an eloquent speaker I am," he retorted sarcastically. "Fuck you, you fucking fucker!" He spat out as a silver truck refused to move over or slow down to let Matt in. "Sorry, babe. That wasn't directed at you."