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SometimesI04
716 days ago
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Category: Lust |
Beginning in the fall of my senior year in college, I was taking really difficult courses. The school provided a subject tutor to all the students, and I went nearly every day to his office hours. At some point in the early fall, we grew closer than appropriate. He would walk me back to my apartment, sit on the porch, and we would talk and flirt a bit. It was innocent to start; I had a boyfriend whom I love (and still do) dearly, and he had a son, and a pregnant wife. Over time it became less innocent - he would keep walking me home, offering me his arm, and trying his best to be chivalrous. It was sweet, and I was lonely. In mid October, I developed a medical problem and I had repeated fainting spells and no recollection of . When my tutor was walking me home one night, it happened. He helped me home and into my room, and left. The next day he sought me out to talk to me about the night before. When I asked him what happened, he responded with "You fainted, and I picked you up, carried you home, laid you on your bed and made passionate love to you." Things continued to be flirty and sexually tense for the remainder of the year.
I couldn't help but develop feelings for him, even though I knew it was wrong. One week, I told him we needed to talk; his wife took their children to her parent's for the week and we met for dinner. We talked about what had been going on between us for the past year, and both came to the conclusion that if things had been different, we would probably have ended up together. He was flattered, and thanked me for helping him make "a good decision for his family". He went on to tell me that I was an incredibly special young woman, and that I deserved the world.
One night toward the end of the Spring term, I was at a bar and I had been drinking a lot. My tutor showed up and insisted that he bring me home. His wife went to visit her sister, and brought their children. We arrived at my house and began talking on the porch and before I knew it, we were kissing. We were both shaking and breathing heavily, and walked into my bedroom. He and I both said that we loved our respective significant others; him with his wife and me with my boyfriend, but that we were falling for each other. We ended up having sex, but stopped halfway through because we felt so guilty. I thought that might be the end of the drama, but my roommate heard us having sex and threatened to tell the provost and his wife (a professor).
We spoke at his house the evening after. He was angry with the way things had turned out, and I truthfully couldn't remember everything. I told him that I would never speak about what had happened, and that if confronted by anyone, I would deny that anything went on between us. We saw each other regualarly for the remainder of the year, but he had changed drastically. He was cold, harsh, and mean. It broke my heart; I had lost my friend and didn't know how to fix things.
I graduated in May and stayed at school for a week and a half after to wrap up loose ends. I wanted to see him, I don't know why. I feel like things didn't end where they should have...almost as if we have unfinished business of some sort. I don't know what I expected from him or what he expected of me, but it's been destroying me to keep this inside.
The worst part is, I still miss him, and I want him to miss me, too.
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Posted by
SometimesI04
716 days ago
- Average Rating: 5 with 4 people rating it
(Editorial)
Category: Lust |
I couldn't help but develop feelings for him, even though I knew it was wrong. One week, I told him we needed to talk; his wife took their children to her parent's for the week and we met for dinner. We talked about what had been going on between us for the past year, and both came to the conclusion that if things had been different, we would probably have ended up together. He was flattered, and thanked me for helping him make "a good decision for his family". He went on to tell me that I was an incredibly special young woman, and that I deserved the world.
One night toward the end of the Spring term, I was at a bar and I had been drinking a lot. My tutor showed up and insisted that he bring me home. His wife went to visit her sister, and brought their children. We arrived at my house and began talking on the porch and before I knew it, we were kissing. We were both shaking and breathing heavily, and walked into my bedroom. He and I both said that we loved our respective significant others; him with his wife and me with my boyfriend, but that we were falling for each other. We ended up having sex, but stopped halfway through because we felt so guilty. I thought that might be the end of the drama, but my roommate heard us having sex and threatened to tell the provost and his wife (a professor).
We spoke at his house the evening after. He was angry with the way things had turned out, and I truthfully couldn't remember everything. I told him that I would never speak about what had happened, and that if confronted by anyone, I would deny that anything went on between us. We saw each other regualarly for the remainder of the year, but he had changed drastically. He was cold, harsh, and mean. It broke my heart; I had lost my friend and didn't know how to fix things.
I graduated in May and stayed at school for a week and a half after to wrap up loose ends. I wanted to see him, I don't know why. I feel like things didn't end where they should have...almost as if we have unfinished business of some sort. I don't know what I expected from him or what he expected of me, but it's been destroying me to keep this inside.
The worst part is, I still miss him, and I want him to miss me, too.
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