I know it's said a lot on this website but this story is based on real life events. I think a lot of people assume that because I write cheating stories that I secretly want my girl to sleep around. It's the opposite, I like fucking other guys girlfriends.
This is one of the more stand out incidents during my pursuits in my younger years. It's not as outlandish or daring as my fictional stories, but it's honest, a lot of the dialogue is near word for word as I remember it.
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The warmth of a summers evening wind gently battered the hilly outcrops Oceanic Oaks, a growing city near suburb that was guaranteed to be bubbling on any Saturday night. The trees grew wild, engulfing the roads between houses and swallowing fields and hidden meadows whole. It was difficult to imagine such a beautiful, modern town was so close to the industrial and concrete jungle of a city all but a few miles away. The homes were stylish and new, and row after row of streets were lined with 'sold' real estate signs. Oceanic Oaks was a rather new area, very developmental and thriving all the more for it. Everyone and anyone wanted to grab their own piece of land in such a picturesque neighbourhood.
There was a certain advantage to having such a newly constructed area, and the distant sound of party music could be heard and undisturbed streets away. A lone car followed this sound, passing uninterrupted through street and road of empty display homes and houses due to be moved into. The man driving the car didn't need the sound of the party to guide him though, he was one of the first in this area, he had grown up here during his youth and knew every street like the back of his hand. While he didn't blame people for moving into the area, he wasn't looking forward to it becoming overpopulated, but that was to be expected of such a gorgeous region.
The car was worn, an old Ford Lazer KA that was known as 'The Tank', simply for the amount of knocks and bashes it had received over the years. The driver was anything but worn, young at just 20-years-old, a messy brown mop of hair sat on his head and cheeky grin constantly painted across his face. He was tall, which looked quite funny considering how small the car was, but decently built from the years of rowing and playing rugby for his university. He tapped on the steering wheel as he made his way closer to the lone standing house on the edge of the developmental area, a small but cosy double story house tucked away at the bottom of the hill, undisturbed by prying eyes. The best part was that it was the only house on the newly laid street, meaning a party could go on for hours without nuisance neighbours raging war on the loud music.
The boy was invited by a friend of his, Reece, who bought the house all but a few months back. It was almost a weekly ritual for him to make his way to the very makeshift party house. Unlike a lot of his friends he never really attended these parties to get stupidly drunk, just to enjoy himself, and there was a guaranteed way to make sure he would enjoy himself. Though what would come of the party never really played on this guys mind, he intended on taking things as they came.
As he neared toward the house the line of cars parked about came into view. There must have been at least 40 people there tonight. A large bonfire was raging 30 yards from the house, there was no fences as no connecting plots had even begun building their houses. The street was empty, the expanse was brilliant and tonight was going to be a great party. The guy had shown up late, though he normally did for any party, and it was getting on past 11pm by the time his came to stop on a tuft of grass a hundred or so feet from the house.
"Maaaaaaaaaaark!" A shout came from the area of the bonfire and a figure waved to the boy as he got out of his car. Mark wasn't able to see who it was but waved back before grabbing a backpack and heading over to the group standing around the blaze.
As Mark walked past the house he peeked a look in. The door was open and drunken roars of laughter and excited screams hit him as he made his way toward the fire to greet his friends. He couldn't help but give a smile when he saw who was calling out to him. The somewhat short, plump figure of his friend Aaron, who was known as Este (pronounced 'East') stood swaying, shouting out obscenities at Mark as he made his way toward him for a hug. The heat of the fire was extremely comfortable, even if the night was warm enough as it was.
