Chasing Summer Ch. 03

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Can't get her past out of my mind. Is she cheating?
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Part 3 of the 3 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 12/27/2016
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If I wasn't confused before, I most definitely was now.

I couldn't help but feel like the other night had been a catalyst for me to slowly lose any semblance of control over my life and, more importantly, my relationship.

My trust for Summer was in question. This wasn't the first time we've had trust issues, but it was the first time I had any sort of confirmation that my mind wasn't just playing tricks on me. She's always had guy friends while we were dating. Like any loving boyfriend, I was weary of them.

I had trusted her up to this point – for the most part.

The simple fact of the matter is that she is a bold, attractive, intelligent, and sometimes rather flirtatious woman and she knows it. There wasn't a time that we broke up that I wasn't constantly reminded of this fact. Understandably, I had been worried.

But now – now I didn't quite know what to think. My worst fears had been confirmed: she had been with other guys during our breaks.

Should I be angry? I was – at least a little bit. But did I have the right to be? After all, if we weren't together, isn't that sort of thing fair game?

I'm not sure anger was the predominant feeling. Confused? Frustrated? Something else entirely...

Cold water splashed over me as I rubbed my eyes, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Our little "game" had opened up so many new questions: every answer I received lead way to another. There were so many friends of hers over the years that I now found myself wondering about. The little things that used to make me jealous or annoy me back in the day suddenly seemed much bigger; like they suddenly had the potential to be something more. Things that had caused distrust before now swelled.

Every moment that she had spent talking to Matt on the phone came back to haunt me. "We're just friends, baby. You have nothing to worry about," I remember her saying. Each trip to the mall with Brandon resurfaced and bugged me 100 times more than it had originally. Wasn't there a guy named John she used to talk to? Maybe a Peter?

Hmm. I suppose there's always been some level of suspicion. But at the end of the day I had always pretty much trusted her. Her word was always good enough, no matter what feelings of jealousy, worry, or reluctance had filled my heart.

But now – now I couldn't stop myself from thinking of all the possibilities. So many things that could have happened over the years: things that she could have done; things that could have been done to her.

I shivered.

What happened? Who with?

She had been with other guys – a reality that I had not thought possible just a mere few weeks ago. Those "breaks" had not been quite as innocent as they seemed. But who exactly had she been with? Did I know any of them? And when exactly did things get started?

I guess I couldn't help but wonder if any of them predated our breakups in any way. It was unfair of me to think that. She had given me no reason to think her unfaithful, but my mind was unrelentingly playing tricks on me.

Really, I shouldn't have been thinking that way at all. It was, after all, my idea to ask her the questions. She hadn't revealed anything malicious, just things that changed my perception of her. I suppose that's no crime. Maybe I'd had a picture of her in my mind that was not synced up with reality. Yeah, that might have been it. I thought of her as being this sweet, innocent girl who only had eyes for me. Which is silly, really. Her sex drive had always been high; significantly higher than mine, truth be told. I shouldn't be surprised that she has desires like everyone else. That's normal. Wow, now that I think about it, I was a bit naïve – maybe even borderline stupid regarding the whole scenario.

But I couldn't help it.

My mind was wandering. Swimming with countless thoughts, questions, and hypothetical scenarios. They ate away at me. I hated them. I loved them. They were all I could think about.

It was this way for a few weeks. Our lives appeared to be mostly normal. But on the inside, I knew that everything was different. We didn't talk about what was different. We ignored it, other than the occasional pillow talk.

"I want to hear you say it."

"Say what?" she mocked.

"Please."

"Say what, baby? What do you want to hear me say?"

"Please – please tell me what happened with -- I want to know how –"

"You wanna hear me say that I've fucked other guys? You know I did -- it's not a secret. But you want to know more, huh? Hmm, what reason could you possibly have for wanting to know the exact details of how other guys have gotten inside...this?

Maybe you should stop asking questions, babe. I'm sure you don't want to hear about how other guys have slammed this pussy...do you?"

No real conversations about it. Just the occasional mention while fooling around in one another's unmentionables. Each time I walked away thinking about it more and more.

I felt guilty. Guilty for asking for it and then subsequently being mad about it. Guilty for not trusting her when she hadn't truly given me a reason to distrust her. Most of all, guilty for kind of...liking it.

Spent a lot of time the last week or two just trying to be closer to her. She's been busy a lot. Went up to her job a few times recently, and in a room full of hot, scantily clad women, she always proves to be the hottest. There was no doubt in my mind that I was the luckiest man alive.

Every time I walked in I felt the eyes of her co-workers on me. Eyes that said "That's the guy that's dating her? Really?" I felt it. And they weren't wrong.

"Oh, hey Charles. Didn't see you there."

"Hey Sarah, could you get Summer for me?"

The two of them had worked together for years now, dating back to their days spent at Applebee's. We all went to the same high school. I didn't know her that well until I started dating Summer. We ran in different crowds. She had soft, pale skin that contrasted with her midnight black hair. If I wasn't dating Summer, I'd have had a hard time not staring at her voluptuous curves.

"She's not here. Think she went to go study."

"Oh, okay. Any idea where at?"

"I'm not sure. Think her phone might be dead, so you might have a hard time reaching her."

"Why wouldn't she text me and let me know? I figured we might go out to eat or something after she got off."

"I don't know? What do I look like, her mother?" she said, folding silverware. "Maybe she doesn't want to go eat with you, you ever think about that? Maybe there's a book she needs to check out from the library that you can't give her."

"What the hell are you talking about? The library's not even fucking open," I shook my head, turning out the door. I never did much like Sarah.

When I pulled into the apartment complex I was hoping to see her car there: it wasn't. Decided it might be a good idea for me to get some studying in, too, but I was having a difficult time concentrating, so naturally I gravitated towards Netflix and ended up flopping on the couch.

I heard the door open and shut and realized that I had passed out for a bit. Instinctively I looked up at the clock only to realize that my glasses had fallen off – instead I reached for my phone and saw that it was almost 3 AM.

"Where have you been?" I turned over, propping myself up on the edge of the couch.

"Hanging out with Sarah. Did you have a good day at school?"

I must have shot her some type of look without even realizing it. She arched her eyebrows briefly before letting out a quick sigh. "Well, we were supposed to hang out, but something came up and she couldn't."

"Okay. So what'd you end up doing that took you so long to get home?"

"You know how it is. I hate late nights as much as you do, babe."

"I went up to your work around – I don't know, 11:45, midnight? You weren't there. Sarah said you went to go study." I crossed my arms and gave her what I hoped was a stern look. I was starting to get pissed off.

"I did. I did go and study," she leaned forward, giving me a kiss. I let her, but didn't kiss back.

"I don't understand."

"Everything's fine. Relax," she settled onto the couch beside me, laying her head on my chest.

"Summer, everything's not fine. I don't understand what's going on."

She lifted her head from my chest and narrowed her eyes at me, now shooting me a stern look of her own.

"Everything is fine. I have classes just as much as you do. Just because I don't go to a big fancy school like you doesn't mean I don't have to study. You think I want to work at Hooters for the rest of my fucking life?"

"I – no, I just don't get why you are telling me that you were hanging out with Sarah when I know for a fact that you weren't, and then you try to blame you coming home late on the restaurant – I don't get it."

"It's been a long day, and I don't need to play a game of twenty-one questions as soon as I walk through the fucking door. Can you understand that, Charles?"

I looked at her, not knowing what to say.

"Now can you just drop it? I'm tired and I really need to get a shower."

I nodded and she slipped out of her clothes and into the shower. As much as I tried to stay mad at her, I couldn't help but follow her in there not even five minutes later.

"I'm sorry," I told her, wrapping my arms around her from behind.

"It's okay. I forgive you."

We almost made it out of the shower without getting after each other. She ended up riding me on the bathroom floor that night.

We went to bed afterward. Or at least I did, anyway. Before I could fall asleep I spent a fair amount of time trying to drown out the glow from her phone's screen as she sat awake on her side.

That wasn't the only night I spent up at her job that week, nor was it the only fight we got into. This time she made sure I told her beforehand that I was going to visit in order to avoid me missing her like last time. I went and got myself a table while she finished up her shift. We were going to go out after she got off, so I tried not to eat too much. Mostly tossed back a couple Yuenglings while picking at some curly fries.

"Just a little longer. My high-top just cashed out and I've only got you and Terrence left. Sarah's gonna help me finish up my side work so I can get out of here early tonight," she leaned forward and gave me a smooch on the cheek.

She snuck off and presumably went to go work on the necessary things for her to be able to clock out as I sat there and occasionally nibbled at my food like I was some sort of fucking bunny rabbit. I looked over and her other table was gone: I figured we might be out of here soon. And I was right. She came back around the corner after a bit with Sarah. Sneaking up behind them was Terrence, who snapped her in the behind with a rolled up towel.

"You fucker!" she giggled.

"Please tell me that's how you two study," Sarah laughed.

"Not quite. I could show you how, baby girl," his voice was deep and booming.

"Heh, you wish," Sarah smirked at him while placing her arm around Summer.

Terrence went back to the kitchen and the two girls made their way over to me.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"That's Terrence. He's the new dishwasher. He's a big flirt, all the girls have a crush on him," Sarah explained to me.

"Not all of them," Summer nudged her, giggling.

"Well, that's great," I laughed sarcastically.

"Have you figured out where you want to go eat yet?"

"I know I made you wait all this time, but I'm really not too hungry babe. I've still got a lot of stuff to finish. Would you be mad if I just meet you at home in a bit?"

I tried not to look too disappointed. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

"I love you. It'll just be a bit. I promise I'll make it worth your wait," she nibbled my ear gently.

"Okay. I'll see at home then, I guess."

"Don't be mad. I'll miss you."

I sighed. "I'll miss you too."

Can't remember what time she got home that night. I'd had a few more beers by then and had passed out while reading a book in bed. I woke up to the image of her draped in a towel, straddled over me, kissing me fiercely while lowering herself onto me.

"Take it. Take it, baby. Take that fucking pussy."

As much as I loved spending time at her job, I was starting to feel a bit awkward there. I guess that comes with the territory when you are a boyfriend spending a lot of time up at your girlfriend's workplace. You don't really belong there. Technically I'm a paying customer that is spending money, but at the same time just by virtue of being there so often means I have a bit of a propensity to get in the way.

One night when I went up there Summer was too busy with other tables so I ended up getting stuck with Sarah as my server. She seemed thrilled.

"Back again, huh?"

"Yep. You know -- can't get enough of those wings."

"Well, try not to choke on the bone," she winked at me.

"It doesn't bother her that I'm spending so much time up here, does it? I just feel like we aren't seeing each other enough. Our schedules are completely different at the moment."

She shrugged. "You'd have to ask her. I would've thought you'd be the one bothered by coming in here all the time, seeing other men ogling all over your pretty little girlfriend and all while she's wearing those short shorts. None of my boyfriends liked the idea of me working here too much. I guess you don't mind."

"I mean – I'm not thrilled about it, but it is what it is."

"The usual to drink?"

"Sure."

She came back a few moments later with a beer for me. A glutton for punishment, I decided to order the hottest wings on the menu that night. Went through a fair amount of beer washing them back that evening. The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. But I remember it ending a bit similar to the other night. Eventually Summer came and checked on me. She told me it'd only be a bit longer. Me and Terrence were the only two tables left: I guess his shift must have ended. He just had a water, but I guess he must have been thinking about ordering something else, because she spent a fair amount of time over at his table.

"It looks like Summer is finally making some new friends at work. I'm – I'm glad. She doesn't get out as much as she should. Neither of us do, really."

"Yeah, they are getting along great," Sarah responded.

After a while I realized I wasn't exactly sure how many Yuenglings I had knocked back. As much as I like to drink, I'm still a bit of a lightweight. Summer recognized this and decided that I wasn't fit to drive home. I'd like to think I'd have had the clarity of mind to recognize this myself, but regardless, she was right.

"I don't have the Uber app on my phone. Can someone request one for me and I'll give you cash?"

"Don't worry about it. Sarah said she can take you home while I close up."

"Can't you take me home?"

"You don't want to wait that long, do you babe? It's still gonna be a while. I don't think you're in much shape to go out after this. I'll bring you home some food."

I kissed her goodbye and Sarah drove me home. It was the first time I had ever been in her car, she drove a black Honda accord – not sure which year. I don't remember all that much from the car ride to be honest, other than the fact that she speeds, is a horrible driver, and blasts the music like she is a fucking wannabe DJ.

She pulled into the apartment complex and swung into a parking spot right in front of my unit.

"You trust her, don't you?"

"Of course," I replied shakily, tasting the booze on my own breath.

"I was wrong about you. You're a good boyfriend."

"Thanks Sarah, that means a lot coming from you."

"You're not mad about her spending so much time with Terrence, are you?"

"I – I mean it's just work, right?"

"Yeah. They've been working a lot, you know. He's the new guy. She's gotta show him the ropes."

"Yeah. I guess that's okay."

"You're okay if she spends a little time tutoring him off-the-clock, aren't you? I bet you don't mind at all."

"What are you getting at?"

She leaned forward. "Be honest. It doesn't bother you that your girlfriend's a little slut, does it?"

Her words punched me in the gut. What the fuck is this bitch going on about?

I felt her lips press against mine. Confused, I didn't kiss back, but I also didn't have the presence of mind to fight her off. Her hand slipped over the bulge that had formed in the front of my khakis.

She broke away from the kiss and her hazel eyes found mine. She smirked, "That's what I thought." She looked at me intensely, licking her lips. She leaned forward as if to kiss me again, only to stop less than an inch away from my face. "You wish."

She unlocked my door and let me out. I stumbled inside before flopping on the couch, utterly flabbergasted by what had just happened.

What the fuck was going on? My thoughts were obscured by the poison that was running through my veins. Had I enough mind to get up and grab some water or grab something to eat, it likely would have helped. Instead my mind spiraled through everything that had just happened, through everything that had been happening for the last month or so, as I attempted to make sense of my reality. Still, all I could feel was the weight of the alcohol and the adrenaline rush of anger that was now slowly coursing through my body.

I probably should have passed out, but I couldn't. Instead, I found myself waiting for Summer to get home.

She did eventually. Against my better judgement I went ahead and attacked her immediately.

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Is everything okay?" she walked right past me and into the bedroom.

"Oh, I don't know. You tell me?"

She emerged from the room with another shirt before setting it aside on the coffee table, her back towards me. "Tell you about what, babe?"

"Hmm. Let me see. Is there something you want to tell me about, I don't know, maybe you and Terrence?"

"Nothing I can think of," she raised her work shirt over her head and tossed it across the room before wiggling out of her shorts.

Fuck...

She turned around to face me. Her smooth, tan skin was now only covered by bra and panties. She looked so damn good.

Fuck. Focus. I shook my head.

"That's strange. You seem to be spending an awful lot of time with him."

"So?"

"I just – do you think that's a good idea?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Why do you think?" I responded fiercely.

"Beats me," she shrugged.

"Do you think this is a game? Because it's not."

"You sure?"

"Summer, I'm not fucking playing! I need to know. I need to know right now. Tell me what happened."

She sat down next to me on the couch and put her hand on mine. I was shaking.

"Tell me about the car ride home," she said.

"Huh?"

"How was your ride home? Sarah took you home, didn't she?"

"I – uhh – it was fine. But that's beside the point. I know something's going on with you and Terrence."

"Was it worth it?"

"Huh?"

"Kissing her? Was it worth it?"

"What? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Don't play. I know, baby. I know you kissed her. She told me."

"No – no it's not like that at all. I didn't – "

"Did you like it? Maybe you'd rather kiss her from now on?"

"I didn't – you've gotta listen to –"

"So let me get this straight," she put my hand in both of hers, looking directly into my eyes. What were once endless blue oceans had become icy cold daggers that penetrated my heart. "You show up to my job and get so drunk that you can't drive home, all before I'm ready to leave. My best friend generously offers you a ride home so that I don't lose my job, during which your drunk ass decides it would be a good idea to kiss her. After a long day's work, I get home, stressed as hell and ready to enjoy a nice, long, hot shower, but instead I'm immediately attacked by what I thought was my loving, faithful, trusting boyfriend and accused of cheating.

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