Page 38 of His Bittersweet Regret

“Then why in the world would we break up? You are my everything, babe. I’ve loved you since the first moment I looked into your eyes after I knocked you down in the hallway.” I grinned at her. That fateful fuckup of mine had been the beginning of us and there was no way I was ready for it to end. Hell, I’d never be ready for an ending with Opal. I meant what I said. She was my everything.

“Marsh, you are going to go to your father’s school, and…”

“No, I’m not. We just talked about this. I don’t want the kind of student loan debt my brothers have. Whether we were together or not, I wouldn’t go there. I have scholarships lined up to help with a state school, where I’ll come out after four years with barely anything to pay off. If I play things smart, I won’t have any debt at all.”

“Marsh, it’s not just about cost, and you know it. It’s been hard enough dealing with all the haters in high school since we’ve been together so long.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, half the female student body is perpetually pissed at me because they haven’t had their shot at you yet.”

“Who cares about them? They’re just angry because I don’t notice them, and why would I? You’re all I see, babe. You’re all I want to see. Why would I look past my own heart for something that would never compare?”

“Oh God! Marsh!” She hiccupped as she said my name because my silly girlfriend started crying. “That’s the sweetest thing.”

“No, Opal. The ‘sweetest thing’ is going to be the day you say ‘yes’ to marrying me. After that, the ‘sweetest thing’ will be the day that you really do marry me. And just when I think we’re all out of sweet, you’ll give me a baby and that will be the ‘sweetest thing’ by far. Me telling you like it is, that’s just being honest.”

“I love you, Marsh. So much, but I’m trying to do the right thing here.”

“Telling me that we have to part ways, will never amount to doing the right thing.”

“What about five years from now? Ten? Twenty? What about when you’re older, and our kids are grown, and you look back on your life and wonder if you could have had someone different, something more than this?” She asked me in all sincerity. “College is the time everyone is supposed to explore other options.”

“Do you want to explore other options, Opal?” She couldn’t even answer through her tears, so instead, she shook her head. “Then what are you worried about?”

“I’m worried that one day, you’ll get bored with me and I’ll end up with a broken heart.”

“Opal, I could never get bored with you. I’d choose you again and again, every day, for the rest of our lives. Never doubt that.”

~*~

Maybe that walk down memory lane wasn’t the best thing to do. I was not just an asshole, I was a complete piece of shit, and Opal had been right once again. She knew what our future would hold, what would happen with me feeling like we hadn’t experienced enough apart. She knew it all along, and stuck it out with me anyway because I promised to always choose her. I wonder if she ever thought about that day, or my promises that ended up broken?

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Opal

“I’m going to love you forever, you know that, right?”

“I hope so, because that’s how I feel too,” I whispered in his ear as he sank deeper into my body. Our heated skin brushed in so many places, lending a comforting sensualness to our lovemaking. Marsh knew innately how to bring me to the best orgasms. There was no denying that. We had our moments where we would simply get freaky and explore our sexualities with one another, but it was the moments like this one that I cherished the most.

“God, you feel so fuckin’ good, babe.”

“You fill me up just right,” I answered back, as if he had asked a question. “I need you, all of you!” I demanded, and Marsh knew what that meant. I wanted him deep and hard. He had no problem obliging. His steady rhythm worked me into another approaching orgasm, as his cock massaged my g-spot on each downstroke, while his pubic bone simultaneously grinded against my clit. “Yes, just like that,” I cried out.

“Damn babe, you need to get there. The way your pussy is clenching me so tight, I don’t think I’m going to last.” And then, he dipped his hand down between us and pinched my clit, giving me just enough added stimulation to tip me over the edge and trigger the release that I’d been chasing.

~*~

I awoke, panting and unable to catch my breath at first as my stomach contracted into a hard ball of tense muscle with my orgasm.

“What in the hell?” I asked my pillow.

I climaxed without even touching myself. Just a simple dream of being with Marsh set me off. It wasn’t so much a dream, as a memory of a time we were together last year, before my world fell apart. Before Marsh tore it down, brick by brick, in his pursuit of something more.

Three weeks passed since the day he came to my apartment, and I figured that meant we were well and truly done. Especially since I was so close to giving birth, and he didn’t seem to care about his son that I carried. Then again, maybe he was waiting until his son was actually here to give a damn. Who knew?

I’d warned him, years ago, when we were about to leave high school behind. He didn’t listen then, and while I wish he would have, there’s no way I’d want to change things, even the worst moments. If I did, there might not be a baby kicking at my belly so hard that I had to run to the little bathroom before I peed on myself – again. Poor boy. My dream must have triggered a reaction from my body that he wasn’t used to experiencing.

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