I walked through the chill autumn air of late afternoon, my mind clattering with a thousand jumbled thoughts and conflicting emotions.
I’m better off I thought.
If I go back and say just the right things maybe she’ll…
Maybe it’s my fault.
What am I gonna do when I have to go back and she’s not moved out?
What if he’s there?
I shook my head as if that would clear the jumble. It didn’t. I needed to find someway to silence the train of thoughts that wouldn’t stop playing through my head, ripping at the emotions like an addict picking scabs just to feel.
We had been together eight months. They were great times. Rebecca has always been a party girl. We met at a party. I had been so turned on when she had grabbed my cock through my pants and invited me back to her place. That thrill of her seduction never wore off. I guess the thrill of mine did though.
I found them in our bed just that morning. My best friend Brad and Rebecca drenched with the sweat of sex, him pounding away, her screaming in ecstasy.