The Other Woman

Texting

Bruce and I have been texting non stop since I first met up with him. I wanted to keep talking to him too. I felt like I had butterflies in my stomach, it reminded me of my first boyfriend in high school. He would send me shirtless pics with the caption "Working out the fat from a client dinner." He did have an incredible body for someone his age. If someone wanted an ideal sugar daddy, Bruce would be on the cover for Seeking Arrangements. "How has your day been?" "Good. Missing you though." I was sitting down in Speech Management class texting him back on my phone. My professor asked me "Miss Ava, do you need to be excused?" My mouth dropped. "Uh, yes, professor, may I use the bathroom?" After he nodded his head, I grabbed my phone and paced myself to the bathroom. The bathrooms on campus had very big mirrors, and it had good lighting. Lucky for me, no one else was in it or in any of the stalls. I took down my sweatpants and lifted up my shirt a little bit to expose my arched back. I lifted up my thong to make my butt look bigger, and took a picture and sent it to him. "Get me out of class." After I took it, I ran back to class before it ended. Before my next class, which was Intro to Psychology, there was an hour in between classes where my friends and I usually ate lunch. I was talking to my girlfriend Kaitlyn about my date with him. "He was cute, and would tell me about trips we would go and he said he would take me shopping in any mall outlet. Plus, he gave me 200$!" I slapped her arm. "Damn girl, I wish I had one of those." I felt empowered. My phone lit up. "OMG Babe! I need to see you. How about next week you and Jess meet us at the apartment?" I smiled. Next thing I knew, he sent me 200$ in Venmo. "Oh my God, Kaitlyn, look." She grabbed my phone. "Holy shit!" My face was glowing. How come a man so powerful would want anything to do with a college freshman? I mean I knew I was attractive, but why me? That did not matter. All I knew was that he wanted me, and I was going to keep this going for as long as I can. 

A week already went by, Jessica and I were getting ready for our double date at their apartment. What it really was though, was a bachelor pad. The men Jessica and I were dating were in their 50's, so you would be right if you would assume there have been many woman passing through. It was a nice apartment in the city about an hour and a half away from us, but we loved it. Being in the city was exciting and familiar to us. We liked the adventure, and being with these men, made us feel alive and excited. There was a sense of freedom driving and being in the city, away from all of our problems back home. I parked in front of the apartment complex. I was wearing a sweater dress with black booties. It was a chilly night. I was wearing dark lipstick, and Jessica was wearing black pants with a black shirt and little booties. I'll be honest, I was nervous. When Mike opened the door for us, I was looking down on the floor. I slipped off my booties, and Bruce was wearing a short sleeve shirt to show off six pack. He was holding on to a half empty glass of Chardonnay. Mike and Jessica were already sitting on the couch talking. They have been together for a couple months at this point, but this was only the second time I saw Bruce in person. "So, how has school been this semester?" "A little hard, but I can manage. It's only my first semester." His shoes were off, but he tapped my butt with his foot. Maybe this was his third glass. I giggled and walked away and sat on the couch. "I think Jessica and I are going to go the bedroom, so you two cheeky monkeys keep it down in there." He winked at us. Michael had a very thick British accent, but that's what made him so comedic and animated. I was nervous, the thought of being with an older man was sure exciting, but something about it made me uncomfortable. I finished my glass and he poured me another one. After I drank the second one, I was feeling frisky enough to go all the way with him. I knew that at one point I would have sex with him. He grabbed my chin with his fingers, pointed my eyes towards him and looked at me. His eyes were brown and they twinkled in the bright light in the apartment. He pulled me toward him and kissed me. When our lips met, my body felt as if it released bad tension from the past months, and it felt good. His phone was ringing, and he answered it. "He's not doing well? Ok, I'll be over." "I'm so sorry, I got to go." "Where are you going?" "Personal issue." Before I could say anything, he walking out of the door. On top of the door slam, I heard my best friend moaning. I grabbed the pillow and screamed into it while I put it over my face.