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I loved sex. Not for fun or because I'm a horny slut who likes quickies in the back of a car for the hell of it, but because I enjoyed the feeling of pleasure, or the burning sensation that comes with it. Or maybe it was because the thought of feeling loved for that one moment, the one split second where you look into the other individuals eyes and you see all his emotions. Maybe that's why I liked having sex. Maybe it's not.
I was young when I lost my v-card. Age fifteen to be exact. I remember it like it was yesterday, the fear that had consumed me and the utter terror I had felt. I wasn't ready, as if any fifteen year old is, but my possessive older boyfriend had other ideas as he continued I assault me, rape me if you will. For the longest time I had never thought of it as rape, but I was naïve, I didn't know the difference.
That experience shaved me into who I am today, the town slut, whore, maybe prostitute if you want to count rumors. But I know I'm none of those things, for I've only ever had sex with two people, one of them being my current best friend who I also consider my "friends with benefits".
Basically, whenever I'm feeling the need to have sex or just simply crave it, I call him up and he helps me out, sometimes the other way around. It's quite a plain road, nothing more then sex and being best friends ever comes out of it. I've always just seen him as that, my best friend who is also my "fuck-buddy" or "playmate".
So, as I stand in the local bar of my small gut ditch town, a fruity alcoholic drink in hand and the music blasting in my ear, I can do that I enjoy my life. Nothing ever gets to me, so quite frankly I'm at spot where I'm content, happy if you will.
"Andy, you've been staring at the same spot for about five minutes," Calums deep voice pulls me away from my thoughts and back into reality. "You alright?"
I give him a small smile and nod my head. "Yeah, I'm alright."
He gives me a skeptical look before shrugging it off, grabbing his beer and taking a small sip of it. "I'm over this." He speaks up, his voice wavering above a shout as the music becomes even more ear splitting louder.
"Over what?" I shout back and quite frankly it's ridiculous were even having to shout. We're three inches from each other and it's Thursday night, who even has a massive party going on in a bar in Thursday's?
"Over this scene, going to bars twice a week. I need to start settling down, you know? I'm twenty four, guys my age have girlfriends already. I need someone to start a life with." Calum rambles, shrugging at the end as he eyes petite red head across the room.
"You have me," I send him cheeky grin as I bump his shoulder, a small chuckle leaving his plump lips. He reaches up and scratches the back of his neck.
"I don't know, Andy, I'm just feeling off lately. Like there's something missing in my life," He sighs before sitting down on the stool behind him, pursing his lips as he does so. "Mom got frustrated with me last night when I went over for dinner, said I "needed to start acting my age", whatever that means."
I furrow my eyebrows at him, taken back by his sudden change in mood. "Cal, you've never let these things get to you, what's up?"
I sit down on the stool beside his own, the hard surface making my Burt cramp up. His teeth fidget with his bottom lip, his fingers intertwining and untwining. He's nervous, as far as I could tell. I frown and place my hand on his knee in a comforting way and he sends me a small smile.
"I ran into Adeline at the music store the other day," His confession took me of guard m, and I nearly choked on the drink I had in my mouth. I spluttered a bit before finally being able to breath. I urged him to continue. "She had a ring on her finger, Andy, a huge ol' diamond resting atop it. Sporting a baby bump too. We had coffee and had a small chat. Apparently got knocked up a few months back, but got her shit together and is now getting married to the baby daddy."
