The Other Girl

in suspense

Pascal hurried after his traumatized girlfriend but he couldn't get in. She had locked her door.
All he could hear from the outside was violent sobbing.

Pascal felt guilty.

It was in the heat of the moment that he took her innocence from her. He took her virginity and now possibly her childhood too.

After an hour of sobbing, Cheyenne emerged from her room, fully clothed , with a note in her hand.

She gave it to Pascal and then locked herself in her room again.

The note read as follows:"my dear Pascal, I love you with all my heart, but what we did was stupid. We did it without protection and it hurt. I'm sorry but I need some time alone, just a few days for me to feel normal again....please don't take this as me breaking up with you, I love you too much to do such a thing, please.....please just give me time.

Also don't get me wrong, making love with you in the pool was sensational,it was just the wrong place, anyways, goodbye for now Pascie, I'll call you when I'm ready to be with you again. I love you forever."

A few days is sometimes like two or three, or maybe a week.

" a few" is what puzzled Pascal the most. He couldn't bare to be without Cheyenne.

The way her tight skin around his rigidness made him feel something more than love, he felt a strong desire to not make love to her.
He didn't want to be gentle.

He wanted to make her moan. He wanted to aid her desires, make her weak at the knees like he did to Lilly.

He wanted to have hot, ravenous SEX with his girlfriend. Nothing less.

Just sex.

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"Hey you, I've been thinking about you, can you come over now and tomorrow?"

"Nah I can't, I'm having dinner with my parents now, so tomorrow it'll have to be"

I received a bunch of sad faces then turned my phone off.

I was developing feelings for Pascal.

I couldn't help it.

I'm the other girl.

I felt so guilty and nauseous I skipped dinner with my parents and went straight to bed.

I lay there in suspense til the morning sun shone through my white curtains.

Today was the day. Well it was like any other day, except, I would be sexually pleased by my high school crush, again.