Girl You Fucked Before (18+)

A Promise I Could No Longer Keep

Vanessa

I had lied to Matt.

There was no Jersey Shore, no wild spring break parties to be hard, and there was certainly no quality time with Quinn. But there was plenty of passionate sex with Ryan as we rolled around on his silky bedsheets.

I had lost track of how many times he had brought me to my knees in an earth-shattering orgasm and was consumed only by thoughts of his lips, touch and body.

As I strolled down the sidewalks of New York with Chines take-out in hand, I could hardly wait to get back into bed with him. I was in the midst of recalling his sensual kisses when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Scowling at whoever had interrupted my fantasy, I glanced down at my phone.

Matt.

It was the tenth time that day that he had called, and just as with all the others, I let it go to voicemail. Until he tried again.

Sighing loudly, I answered the phone.

"Matt, what?" I spat out in exasperation.

"I was just checking in to see how your trip is going," he answered softly, hurt in his tone.

But I didn't care if I had injured his feelings. I was too annoyed by his clinginess to muster up any sympathy.

"I told you when I left that I was going to be very and couldn't chat," I replied sharply. "That's why I didn't pick up when you called me the twelve other times."

"I thought that you would at least make time to say a quick hello to your boyfriend."

Just then an ambulance came shrieking past followed by the blare of a car horn, and I winced. The typical noises of the city were a dead giveaway of my location.

Matt remained silent for several moments before asking, "Where did you say you were again?"

At that, I exploded.

"This is too much. You're too much. You're smothering me. I can't handle the constant calling and questioning of where I am. I need space."

"You need space?" he repeated with a scoff. "You're in another state, and we haven't seen each other in three months but sure, V, take all the distance you need."

"I'm not doing this with you, Matt!" I exclaimed, ignoring the glares of an elderly couple as they walked past me. "You're not to contact me until my trip is over."

I didn't bother waiting for his response before hanging up the phone.

My dreamy mood had been soured and what was supposed to be another steamy afternoon with Ryan had been tainted by an argument. And there was only one way to get it back on track.

I flung my arms around Ryan and gave him an open-mouthed kiss the second I walked through the door.

He gave me a seductive grin as his palm made contact with the bare skin of my lower back. "I thought all the sex we had this morning would surely cool your libido," he teased, taking the bag of food from my grip.

Smiling, I brushed a splotch of white paint from his cheek. "You know that I can't get enough of you. I crave your touch."

"My muse," he said, placing a feather soft smooch on my temple.

"Speaking of," he continued. "I have something to show you. I finished it while you were gone."

I let him lead me over towards his easel, my sights falling upon the oil painting that rested against it. I gasped upon the realization that I was staring at a portrait of myself in the buff.