(This is a non-consent fantasy and nothing more. Keep it in your imagination, folks! That being said I hope you like it and if you do there may be more on the way.)
A few weeks later, on a rainy night, Ben texted me. I was curled up on my sofa with a book and a glass of wine. I checked my phone and my eyes went wide, what did he want? I had almost forgotten that he intended to see me again. The last time … well I had tried my best to move past it. My mind didn’t really know what to make of it. I had a girlfriend who I loved and I put myself in that situation with him. And then it went too far and part of me felt guilty that I had let it go that far. Part of me felt afraid of Ben after how he had acted. But even so, I responded to his text.
Ben: Are you at home?
Me: yes
Ben: I’m on my way over. Put on something sexy.
Me: ok