I figured I'd start posting some short stories of mine on here. I don't intend to get certain ones published, so, why not?
[b]Affairs With Relationships[/b]
by Ben Graves
She told me she loved me. I watched her with that other man in that hotel room, his hands gracefully removing her bra with an expertise that I'm pretty sure could only have been learned by a porn star. He made love to her right there, in front of me, as I stood in the doorway, hiding in plain sight. She opened her eyes for a second and looked up and saw me, her eyes stretching in unsurprising shock. I smiled as her jaw dropped and soon the man noticed she wasn't focused on the task at hand, his muscular back pausing. He turned to face me, an identical look of shock and then a greedy grin that said, “That's right. You fucked up.” My girl grabbed her clothes, slid them on as quickly as she could while I waited, just standing there patiently, and she ran to the door past the clothe-covered floor, pushing me out of the way as I watched her trample down the hallway to the elevator. The man, putting on his jeans clumsily, told me to get out before he killed me, so I did. I smiled.
Little does my girl know I've been doing this very thing myself with another girl, her sister Rachael, who has eyes so much deeper than hers that I actually bother to look into them. Rachael and I have been with each other pretty much ever since I found out about this affair my girl has been pursuing. I believe I saw her share a mutual kiss with him in a subway that I happened to be in at the time on the way to a bookstore which I frequently visit just to walk along random aisles in hopes of finding book titles that ironically have nothing to do with the book itself, since those are the only ones I buy. I smiled then too, in that subway, for I had been having an affair with another girl before I witnessed these two together.
I believe her name was Stephanie or Sharon. We had shared a purely physical relationship while I'd had my suspicions about this guy whom my other girl knew from her accounting job at the bank she works at. The two had smiled flirtatiously several times when saying their goodbyes when I picked her up from work. I had caught her on the phone with him several times, saying things like, “I want to, but he's always here when I'm here and I can never find the time,” and, “I want you, but he won't let me go tonight.” The truth is, I would've, but I still wanted to keep this illusion of a relationship we had going and pretended to not know about any of this. So, in the meantime, I was with Stephanie, I'm pretty sure her name was. She had a lousy sense of humor and had this habit of telling me these stupid stories of people with phobias who ironically died from the things they were so intensely afraid of. I think one time after we fucked, she told me one story where some guy had a fear of elevators, and when he was in therapy for it and riding one with his counselor, there happened to be one person less than the limit, but the guy happened to be over three hundred pounds, so the cable snapped and everyone fell to their death. She laughed and did this little snort and I just told her I had to see my dead aunt and she believed me. She had this weird fetish for chocolate, and when we were together would frequently wear custom-bought lingerie lined with chocolate sequins which she'd demand I eat before removing the clothes altogether. I remember she loved wearing lavender perfume which, no matter how much I told her the next time I smelled it I would cough up my entire respiratory system, would always consume my senses whenever we were together. I also remember she didn't even know my girl. I kept it that way until I called our little tryst off out of utter boredom.
But before Stephanie, there had been someone else I'd met soon after I met my girl at the shopping mall uptown. Her name was Elissa, if I remember correctly. We met when I was at the mall with my girl, who was picking out a new purse for herself, and this girl turned out to be a friend of hers. We shook hands when we were introduced to each other and when our eyes met, it was ecstasy at first sight for like a split second and I'm fairly certain she'd actually licked her lips at me slightly, my girl looking away at the food court, unaware. We ended up sleeping with each other that night in a shabby motel downtown while my girl was visiting her sister uptown. My girl invited me with a look on her face that suggested she was hoping I'd decline, and I did indubitably and I wouldn't be surprised if she was actually fucking someone else that night too. I didn't know much about Elissa, except that her dog was incredibly annoying. Sometimes when Elissa and I would be in the missionary position with myself on top, he'd come up and start clawing at my ass for some reason and I'd have to kick him off the bed. Elissa didn't like that, but I didn't care. She wound up breaking it off with me after I killed the dog on accident when he started clawing on my ass again while we were having sex and his neck snapped after I kicked him off the bed. I didn't know much at all about Elissa, though. Whenever I'd ask her anything about herself, like what food she liked or what music she liked, pretending to be really interested in her, she'd always answer with, “Whatever you do,” so it was really no problem when she decided to leave me.
Before Elissa, there was a girl whose name I never knew who I'd had two sexual encounters with right before and after I met my girl. We had met in a dance club one night called The Rockwell, I believe, a week before I met my girl. She happened to compliment me on my red Hawaiian shirt, which I thought looked ridiculously tacky but had nothing else remotely interesting to wear, and we wound up doing it for the first time in her car. That was tough because the back seat squeaked whenever we'd thrust our hips together and several frat boys going to their cars next to hers noticed our little outing and smiled pompously. The second time we did it was in my apartment one week after I met my girl and it was tricky to arrange because she'd happened to move in that same day and this other girl really wanted it. She came over after I'd suggested my girl go out to the store and buy some groceries and absinthe. She didn't know what absinthe was and neither did I but I told her it was a drink I liked and assured her it could be found at any local grocery store. She was gone for close to two hours and to my surprise, once she came back after the other girl had left, she'd returned with several bags of typical groceries and a bottle of absinthe. She then complained to me about how hard it was to find the stuff and how expensive it was and I was just impressed at how determined she was to get it. After pouring myself a glass of it, I decided I hated it and dumped the rest out in the sink without her knowing. The girl from the dance club never contacted me again and I was fine with that. I think she gave me crabs, anyway. And then today, I just happened to find out my girl was staying at a hotel with this other guy due to her sister's tip, so I thought I'd drop in.
I followed my girl slowly down the hallway to the elevator, not bothering to catch up to her, and once I'd made it to the first floor and out the door to the sidewalk, she was walking along it. Rachael was standing under the streetlight at the street corner, watching her sister walk unknowingly right past her across the street while smiling. She then looked at me with this real seductive one-sided smile and when I stepped up to her she grabbed my head and pulled me into her, kissing me so hard that I had to move my head with hers as she leaned back because of the grip her lips had on mine. My girl and I were no more and I called her cell phone when Rachael and I got to my apartment. I told her that it was over and I was with her sister now as she cried and called me a sick bastard, which I think was reasonably warranted. I smiled and realized I had forgotten her name pretty much completely since I hardly used it. I think it was Lara. Rachael liked fancy restaurants and had a thing for high belts. She really liked strawberries too, I think, and she told me she loved me. We wound up going out with each other for a few weeks before she moved in with me.
But a few days after Rachael moved in, I met a...
Man. Pretty cool story, and dude. Wha a pimp.
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