She used to be my girl [adult]
his isn’t meant to be a sad tale. I hope that you, Dear Reader, will forgive me if it ends up sounding like one. Weeks have passed since the last time I spoke to Aria. I kept putting it off due to anxiety while trying to formulate whatever I had in mind to say to her. Finally I got the nerve to send her a text, asking how she was doing and if there was any possibility for us to meet for coffee. There was plenty I wanted to say to her that speaking on the phone won’t suffice. Aria did reply, and her words crushed whatever ounce of hope I had of us ever getting back together again.
She wrote that her and Andre were going on strong and that I shouldn’t bother contacting her ever again. I read her message while curled up in bed and felt a tugging in the pit of my stomach that felt as if I wanted to throw up. Andrea had absconded with my woman and nothing I did was going to win her back in my arms again.
I consider it all my fault; it was I that sort of instigated her to go and have sex with Andre. Andre is blessed with having the magic stick and one night of sex was all it took for Aria to say goodbye to me.
How did it happen? Take a seat and I’ll tell you. As long as you promise not to laugh at my predicament or blame me for being dumb and selfish . . . even though I kinda was. What has happened has happened, simple as that.
Andre and I used to be tight buddies. He came from a middle-class home, whereas my folks were rich and I lacked for nothing. I had money to splurge on myself whenever I want. Andre, though, was street-smart. He had two things I lacked: charisma and confidence. Lots and lots of confidence. You can say that he had game, and I envied him for that.
Chicks gravitated to Andre with ease. He was such a pleasant company to spend time with. He could humour and charm the panties off any chick without breaking a sweat. I had no idea the number of college chicks he had screwed, but I knew they were the length of my arm. He had no permanent girlfriend, and I never considered him a threat until I met Aria.
Aria met me at a time when I desperately needed someone to fill the void in my sex life; for a while, I thought I would continue my college reign as a bachelor. It wasn’t like I didn’t meet any girls — it was hard to know if they liked me for me, or that I came from money; usually it was so. Aria,, however, was different. She was a blonde and sexy, and many guys were awed that she was dating me. She liked me for who I was regardless that I was one of the richest kids in campus.
One thing that Aria, besides being with me, was sex. No, scratch that. She loved it, and demanded it on a steady, daily basis. I lived in a three-room apartment not far from the college grounds. Aria and I have practically had sex in every room. If we couldn’t make it to the bedroom, no problem. There was always my leather couch or we’d have fun on the rug. I could never satisfy her lust, even though there were times I came close to trying. I, too, enjoyed the sex, but as time went on, it became overbearing. It’s like eating your favourite meal constantly every day; sooner or later you’re bound to want something else.
Our lovemaking waned as I began avoiding sexual encounters with her. It’s not like Aria wasn’t a terrific person, believe me, she was. She had a witty personality, and she was smart, too. I considered myself lucky to have her, except for her craving sex like one did for food. She sensed that I was avoiding her and it wasn’t long before we had a serious row about it. I unfortunately didn’t hold back my thoughts.
“What are you saying?” she asked. “You’re saying I’m too wanton about sex and it’s all I think about when with you?”
“No, I’m not saying that,” I said, when really I was. “What I’m saying is I cannot handle you craving sex all the fucking time!”
“The reason I so-called want it more than you is obvious that you haven’t the energy to give it to me,” she retorted. “Every time we make love feels like you’re hurrying me to get off you so you can go play Fortnite on your damn computer.”
“Yeah, well, at least Fortnite doesn’t sap my strength more than you do in bed. I’m not saying we can’t have sex, but at the rate we’re going, my heart’s liable to explode any minute.”
“So what am I supposed to do, eh? Not make love to you, and instead listen to your shit while I’m here.”
“I’m sorry that you feel so strongly about this, Aria. But your sex drive is way too much for me to handle. Maybe if you gave me some days off, that will settle my mind. If not, then I’d suggest you find someone who’s got enough juice to give you what you want.”
“Are you saying you won’t mind if I went and fucked someone else? Is that what you’re saying?”
“At this point, I don’t care who you fuck. You can go over and fuck my friend, Andre. He’s a stallion in bed, and can go all night.”
“Hmm. Maybe I just might do that then. Since I’m no good to you.”
“That’s not what I said, but hey, do as you will.”
She picked up her jacket and left minutes later, while I went back to video game.
It didn’t occur to me then the enormity of my words. Everything we discussed that evening was in the heat of passion, not something I expected her to take literally. Aria saw things differently. She stormed out of my apartment and three days went by before she returned to pack her stuff and say goodbye to my apartment once and for all. I wasn’t home when she came and did that. She obviously came by when she knew I won’t be around so as to avoid us meeting.
What happened after our heated argument that night, I learned from a trusted friend of hers.
Aria did go to see Andre, and ended up having sex with him. What I learned later through other illicit means was that she had cooked up some lie about us breaking up, and had been distraught. She said that I was stalking her, and then asked Andre if it was okay for her to spend the night at his place. Andre agreed. It’s no doubt they ended up fucking that night. They fucked, and Aria must have then realised she could do without me, and such was how things came to be as they are.
I was damn upset with Andre, for sure. He knew about Aria and myself, and the last thing I expected was him betraying me by sleeping with my woman. He and I haven’t spoken since. I guess Aria must have told him not to bother with a loser like myself.
But that was then. Some things you cannot change beside learn from them. I have moved on, or at least that’s what I tell myself. Still, I was hurt by that text message from Aria. I truly do miss her.