One Shots

Steamy Summer Nightmare

Lying in bed with my slumbering fiancé half on top of me, my mind wouldn't allow sleep to overtake me. Still in a frenzy that hasn't stopped for three long-ass weeks. Twenty-one days reliving one past simple mistake. A mistake that reared its ugly head the day after my fiancé finally proposed to me. The day after my boyfriend of five blissful years asked me to take his hand in marriage. It started as a text from an unknown number. The next day it came in a message on social media from a fake account. The day after, there was an unaddressed letter in our mailbox. Every day for the past twenty-one days, the same message in various forms. Every single one carried the exact same message. None of them sent from a known source. However, I knew that the signature derived from the message itself.

"I know what you did last summer."

My man's grip tightened on the side of my pec. It was as if he knew what was running through my mind at this moment in time. The thought of the events from that night racing through my mind like my worst nightmare and best dream combined. Hindsight being 20/20, I never should have done what I did. On the other hand, I'd still do it again in a heartbeat.

My eyelids tightened as the events from that night for the twenty-first time in twenty-one days reoccurred. As my man's fingertips brushed over the side of my ribcage. The man that loved me unconditionally. The man that I would soon be taking vows to spend the rest of my life with. The man that I willingly betrayed that one fateful night last summer. The night that I let my dick and ass think for me. The night that my biggest fantasy turned into the current nightmare of my dreams.

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It was the night of my tenth high school reunion. I was still pissed that I had to go by myself. My boyfriend had a business seminar he couldn't get out of. That was the downside to dating an extremely successful businessman. The perks usually outweighed the downfalls, but this was not one of those times. I was so looking forward to showing my hunk of a man off tonight. Instead, I was stuck going stag to this thing. I wouldn't have gone at all if I hadn't so dearly missed my click from school. Our little pack of tight friends whom I wouldn't have survived the experience without.

I was intentionally outed by my best friend during our freshman year. He walked into my house at an inopportune moment. Needless to say, he was less than thrilled that his best friend was into guys. Less than thrilled enough to make a special announcement over the school's PA system. That thirty seconds which earned him a mere three-day suspension. That thirty seconds made me an outcast for the rest of my high school life. Had it not been for my core group of friends, I never would have survived to graduation. Still, seeing him glare at me in the halls did nothing to stop the tingling in my groin. Nothing stopped the lustful feelings I felt for my ex-best friend. The hunky captain of the soccer team that used to sleepover in my room.

I did my best that night to hide in a shadowy corner. To only interact with my previous classmates when absolutely necessary. To hide, like the outcast I was. My core group of friends all introduced their current love interests to me. I made small talk to the smallest degree of being considered social. The hugs came and went as the alcoholic punch flowed smoothly past my lips.

I could feel an alcoholic daze start to overcome me when he finally came into my semi-blurred vision. That fine ass body had only improved with age like a fine wine. His shirt stretched over those firm biceps and his slacks hugged those thick quads. The girl on his arm seemed oblivious to the fine ass piece of man that it was attached to. And he didn't seem to be paying two bits of attention to her. From the look on their faces and the cups in their hands, it looked like they had a few cups of adult beverages as well.

My goal of staying off the radar abruptly ended when his eyes latched onto me. He excused himself from his girlfriend before sauntering over to me. He eyed me over from top to bottom, no doubt wondering when my slender frame filled out as it did. Those long nights at the gym taking out my frustration over him having a defining effect on my body.