Megan Ch. 06

After getting home, I took a shower and then a nap. After waking up, I got dressed so that I could go run some errands. I found my keys and phone, but I didn't see my wallet. I checked the pants I had worn, but they were empty. I then checked my truck, but it wasn't there either. It then dawned on me, and a cold chill ran down my spine: it was on the floor in Megan's room.

I then eliminated option after option. I couldn't just go back to Megan's and ask for it back. How could I possibly explain it being in her room? I also couldn't wait until we returned to school. I then called Megan's house. My hope was that she would answer the phone and I could tell her about the problem.

Unfortunately, Megan's mother picked up. I stammered out my lame, rehearsed reason for calling (that I wanted to say "thank you" just one more time) before hanging up. I then figured my best option was to just go back late that night, knock on her window, and get my wallet back. Hopefully, Megan had found it and put it away.

After midnight, I put on dark blue jeans and a hunter green sweater. I felt silly and fretted about getting pulled over or being mistaken for a prowler, but I made it safely to her neighborhood. I then parked one street over, and casually walked to Megan's house. There was a car in the driveway that I didn't recognize which worried me a bit. I considered bailing, but then I saw that there was only one light on: it was Megan's room. "Thank goodness," I thought. I then quietly moved to her window on the side of the house.

The curtain was still half open and so I looked through the thin, pink frill lace. I expected to see Megan watching TV or reading or doing whatever it was that girls do in private. Instead, I was greeted with a sight that made my heart sink: she was on her hands and knees on the bed and naked. Behind her, her boyfriend (Adam) was fucking her at a furious rate. I could just barely see Megan's obscured face in the mirror, and her mouth was open, and there was this look of pure ecstasy.

All at once, I was overwhelmed. I'm ashamed to admit it, but my cock got instantly hard. At the same time though, I felt utterly betrayed- as if a knife had sliced out my still beating heart. For ten long seconds, I watched as the fury and hurt and excitement of it all boiled to the surface. I then pulled my eyes away, lowered my head and hurried back to my truck, as if physical distance could somehow mitigate the nightmare. I then went to bed and tried to sleep, but all I could imagine was Megan fucking somebody else, and for me, it was soul crushing. It was almost dawn before I slept.

The next day, in the early afternoon, I heard somebody softly knocking on the door to my house: it was Megan. When I opened, she had my wallet in hand and an excited grin on her face. "I thought you might need this," Megan said.

I had imagined this moment countless times. I imagined taking the wallet and shutting the door in her face and not saying a word. I had also imagined calling her a slut or a whore, but that just isn't me. I had even imagined telling Megan what I had seen and how truly hurt I was.

But in the end, I took the easy way out: I smiled and thanked her for the wallet and said that it was nice to see her. "Are you going to invite me in?" Megan asked, taking a step forward. But I told her no, concealing my emotions.

"Some of the guys are going to come over in a bit," I said, lying.

"Oh," she said. The look of disappointment was etched deeply on her face. "Well, maybe-" But I cut her off.

"I'll see you next week. Enjoy the rest of your break." We then exchanged an awkward hug and Megan left, shaky and uncertain. The girl knew something was wrong but was afraid to confront me.

When we returned to school the following Monday, my school year was all but done. All that was left were project presentations, reviews, and finals. In that time, I acted normal- or at least thought I was acting normal- and avoided Megan. The hurt was there, but I couldn't do anything about it. Our relationship- all of it- was just so wrong, that all I could do was to pretend that it had never ever happened. Once, Megan caught me before school and asked, "What's wrong?" The pain was evident in her voice, but I held my ground and said that everything was fine. After that, Megan started to avoid me, which hurt even more, but in truth, it was for the best.