Rebekah and I had broken up about 6 months before. The reason for it is still a mystery to me; she never really explained it to me. It was hard after the break up, she was a 5' 6" brunette bombshell with small tits, (well she wasn't physically perfect) and amazing legs, not to mention her amazing ass that I had to spank every time we got alone. What she did do, and what I am telling you about, is try to make it up to me. It all started on a rainy day...
I was out at a record store trying to find a CD for a really obscure band that it seemed like I only knew about. Just when I thought I had found them my pants started to vibrate. 'What the hell?' I thought as I pulled it out and looked at the number. It looked familiar but I wasn't sure exactly who it was as it wasn't programmed into my phone. Well since I didn't know it I decided to ignore it: if it was important then they would leave a message.
They didn't, so whatever. Back to searching for this band...and they weren't here either. Well there was another record store, or I could look them up on Amazon.com. I just didn't want to have to drive in this torrent of rain. I looked out toward my car when I got near the door: sheesh, it's like a fucking monsoon. The water covered every last centimeter of space. When I sat down in my car water poured off me, making a mini rainstorm in the driver’s seat.
My phone started to ring again. I didn't want to check it now; I just wanted to get the CD. This time though I felt the after vibrate of a message. Well I would have to check it. The whole ride and search for the CD was boring and futile. So I pulled out my phone and checked the message;
"Hey Ethan, its Rebekah. Yeah you probably don't want to hear from me right now, we didn't really part on the best of terms." She called me an immature child who just wanted to play video games and I called her a retarded whore who's only accomplishment was sticking with me in a monogamous relationship. "Look I want to get together sometime and talk, I'm at my new place - yeah I just moved out of my parents house, bout time right, a 23 year old still at her parents - so give me a call sometime, I still have the same number. Um, yeah, so give me a call OK?"
Well I had nothing else to do so I guess I could go over and see this chick. I gave her a call at the number she dialed.
"Ethan? Hi," Rebekah said slowly. She actually sounded surprised to hear me. "I'm glad you called me."
"So what's all this about?" I asked. She didn't respond for a while. OK time for the eternal question, "Why did you dump me? You dumped me for - well I think - someone else. Plus you treated me like shit."
"I know, I'm sorry. You got kind of a raw deal, and I made a mistake."
"So you want another shot?"
"No, I just want to do something to say thank you for being a bright spot for me for so long, and maybe we can be friends?" yeah lets be friends after we spent a few years going out. I never thought it was possible to be friends with someone you fucked.
"Yeah right, we tried that and then fucked, so we dated and you were happy, then I don't hear from you for like 3 weeks and when I do it's from some guy named Jose telling me I shouldn't call your number anymore."
"Look I am sorry, Jose was fun until, well he wasn't what I thought he was. Can we just talk and not get into an argument? Why not come over." it sounded like more of a statement rather than a question.
I checked my watch; there was still plenty of day left. I could waste time at her house for a bit or instead go find something else to do. I was starting to get riled up, which causes me to get turned on.
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