FACT or FICTION friday

FACT or FICTION friday

Labels: Fact or Fiction?

hey peoples,

yeah I know its been a minute since I hit you with one of these joints... but its here... ENJOY!

I'm going to name this one Valentines Infidelity

Me and my boyfriend live together. Both in our college city although he's no longer in school. Problems arise back home with his mom so he has to move 8 hours away to help her take care of some things. I am stuck with just work study to pay my bills now, he had taken care of most of that stuff and an apartment I couldn't afford by myself. Luckily an associate of ours had an extra room he was renting out for cheap. It was perfect timing. Someone I had already been acquainted with (he had actually tried to holla at me the year before), but I had a boyfriend so it never went anywhere.


We all know its trouble moving in with someone that your attracted to. We all feel like we can handle it and that nothing will happen, you automatically go to being like a brother since we are roommates now right? I always thought you were cute but I always had a man, and then you and my man became associates so you were definitely off limits right?

Right! We had been roommates for almost 6 months and never even had the inkling to cross the line. I mean there was mild flirting, letting him know he was looking fly when he was about to go out, and him expressing how good certain jeans looked on my ass but nothing that would linger. We became really good friends. I talked to him about how I missed my boyfriend so, and knowing the type of dude my boyfriend was he always asked if I felt he was being faithful to me. I had no reason to think he wasn't. We had made several visits to each other in those past 6 months and I personally felt the space was well needed and in 3 months times I would be graduating and moving to the city he was in anyway... so the distance was temporary.

But Valentines was on the horizon. Since I had just visited him for Christmas it was his turn to come down and see me for Valentines. Plans were all set, then the week before something comes up and he can't come down. I was really bummed. I wanted to see my boo.. I mean it was Valentines Day, but ish happens. So he called me early in the day to give me my love on the lovers day. Later on that night my phone rings and its him, I answer and hear his conversation with a chick. They must be in his car and he must have called me by mistake.

Him : I got something special planned
Her : I am so happy I came up here to see you
Him : I am too
Her : So where are we going and don't play
Him : You'll see when we get there

Phone goes dead! I am pissed. Beyond pissed. I mean he didn't come see me because some chick was coming to see him. I couldn't believe it. The first time I cried over anything dealing with a man. But it wasn't sad tears, it was mad, I am going to kill him, if I had gas money I would drive 8 hours to do it kinda mad. My roommate hears me crying in my room and asked if I am alright. I yell yeah but he walks in anyway. What's going on? Him knowing I'm not the type of chick that cries too much he is really concerned. I tell him of my boyfriends infidelities and although he knew it, he didn't say he told me so.

As I lay on my back face in pillow he begins to massage my shoulders. Then down to my back, trying to get me to relax since I am crying so hard I am starting to have those body convulsions. The tension starts to leave my body and he lifts my shirt and kisses my back so softly. My tears still flowing, my brain all scattered, I didn't even have the strength to think about what was going on to explain to him my discomfort. He assumes that I am OK with his advances and proceeds to pull my pants down. My body is completely numb and limp and I couldn't stop him if I wanted to. He immediately puts his face between my thighs and as soon as his tongue lushes at lady c my tears cease to fall. A million thoughts running threw my head about how wrong this was but I couldn't stop him. 10 minutes later I belt out a sound of exstacy which gives him the notion that he should do it right. He flips me over so that he can really put his face in it and taste all of me. I still remember what it felt like rubbing those waves on his head as my juices decorated his lips like gloss.

He looks up at me and asked if I really wanted to do this. I never answered. I grabbed a condom from my headboard stash and handed it over to him. Since he wasn't the biggest cat on the block the entire time I was thinking what the hell am I doing. This isn't me. I am not the type of chick to do what you did to me. So what he is cheating right now and lied to me. Why am I sleeping with my roommate? Shame how only the fact that it wasn't good made these thoughts race threw my mind. Luckily it didn't last too long and he went back to his room. I immediately jumped in the shower and cried a river in there for the 30 minutes it took for the hot water to stop working. What had I done? I still loved my boyfriend. At that moment he was still my boyfriend. We had been threw so much and although we both made mistakes I promised that I would not be the one who made anymore and I failed.

FACT OR FICTION?