1. She is the one - Chapter 19 from jashley13


    Date: 10/21/2014, Categories: Fiction, Cheating, Male/Female, Romance, Teen, Violence, Author: Michael.F, Rating: 90.2, Source: sexstories.com

    That was even worse. “I’m sorry!” she wailed, “It just…Jack…for once, it was someone who…cared.” “Of course I care,” I moaned, squeezing my face with my hands, “But not like that!” “I know!” she cried, looking up at me pleadingly, “But it felt so good and I just didn’t think and I got caught up in thinking…Jack, I’m so sorry!” She put her face in her hands again but it did nothing to stop the tears flowing between her fingers. I should have comforted her. Told her I didn’t blame her, that this wasn’t anyone’s fault, that we would work this out. We probably could have, too…if Amanda hadn’t seen. Shit… “Tara,” I said slowly as I sank to the floor, “I just cheated on Kayla.” Saying the words out loud was like hearing the bell ring to announce your execution. I felt hollow. Something had dug inside me and scooped something good out. Tara looked up at me quickly, horror in her face. “No!” she shouted, getting out of the bed and coming to kneel beside me, “You didn’t! It was just a kiss!” “And groping,” I said dully. She ran a hand down her face. “Yeah…that too…” She sat down next to me, chewing on her lips. “I can’t believe this,” I said quietly. My head felt empty, a state beyond a migraine to where all I had was an empty shell that echoed my words. She put a hand on my shoulder. I flinched away. She scooted back, horrified. “Sorry,” she said quickly, “Sorry.” “I have to get dressed,” I said robotically, going to my dresser and yanking out some clothes. I don’t even know ...
    exactly what I grabbed; I just had an urge to grab and throw everything I could. How could I have done this? The idea of cheating on Kayla…hell, even thinking about it now made me sick. But I had. I had kissed Tara. Yeah, I guess I could be shocked that I had kissed my cousin but…I didn’t care about that part. Kayla. I had cheated on Kayla. The woman I loved more than anything. Cheated…I had cheated. “Jack…” “What?” I said, turning. She gestured at the ground and I looked down to see that I had torn out pretty much all my clothes from the drawer and flung them to the ground. “Oh.” Silently, she began to help me pick them up. I managed to find a shirt and pair of jeans to wear and, with lethargic movements that seemed to take a year each, managed to get them on. My skin was tight and twisted, the clothes seeming more coarse and scratchy than they normally did. My heart was being pinched and for a panicked second or two, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. What had I done? What had I done? Tara wordlessly began stuffing my clothes back in my drawer. “I don’t know how you fold them,” she said quietly, her eyes down. “Mmm.” I wanted to cry. God, I wanted to cry, to show I felt some remorse for what I had done. And I did! Trust me, I regretted what happened more than I ever regretted anything before in my life. But it was like…why wasn’t I crying? Shouting? Beating my head against the ground until the skin split and the blood flowed onto the carpet? Shouldn’t I be doing stuff ...
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